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It is not a happy story. But a portrait firmly planted in reality, between the meshes of an often complex daily life, permeated with bitter flavors and not so subtle disappointments. Health in the center. With the ghosts and the dynamics unleashed by Covid in the background.
It is a story carved from direct experience, that of Camilla Petrino. Twenty-six years old, from Campobasso. Excruciating pain, but long struggle, due to a gallbladder stone.
The scene of the operation, for the girl, represented for this – at least in the first instance – much more than a decisive step: a hope, a hypothesis of “returning to normality.” The days, which then turned into entire weeks, passed however in the name of optimistic expectation; a feeling of confidence that has been crumbling to the point of assuming the forms of a mirage, the unsustainable. Because, in reality, the long-awaited surgery never came.
But to tell us the story is the protagonist herself: “I was admitted to the emergency room with active colic, due to the presence of stones in the gallbladder, last September – says Camilla -. More precisely, I had already decided to go to Cardarelli on Sunday, September 6, but after calling to ask about the anti-Covid practice, I realized that it would be difficult for me to be immediately hospitalized, given the lack of available beds “.
A situation that certainly did not improve as the days passed: “The pain, however, gave me no respite. So much so that the following Tuesday (September 8) the umpteenth run to the hospital in the Tappino district began on time: they let me in – the girl continues – undergoing clinical tests and ultrasounds, to tell me at the end what I already knew. “.
However, there is no trace of the long-awaited surgery “:I should have had surgery in a few days But from the surgery department they kept telling me that there were difficulties due to the lack of available places; a circumstance also attested by the usual discharge report. They also told me, on that occasion, that I would have had to deal with the colic taking Tachipirina and Toradol., updating from time to time with the surgeon to know a possible date of the operation “.
“After a while, while I was at home in excruciating pain, I called the hospital again to check whether or not there was a surgeon available in those days. Well, the answer left me hopeful at least at first, because it seemed my turn had finally come. Suffering but happy, I returned to the ER for the umpteenth time. Unfortunately, however, once again the ‘shower’ was freezing: from 5.30pm to 8.30pm it was literally ‘thrown’ at Cardarelli to undergo the ‘classic’ tampon. The next day I was analyzed, because my operation was scheduled for the following Thursday; or at least they told me this ”.
In fact, Camilla has never seen the operating room: “They did not operate on me. Rather, I was left alone in an atmosphere of anguish and sadness. I remember in particular that also doctors complained about the availability of a single operating room, while at that time there were many emergencies. On Friday night, therefore, in a ‘valley of tears’ I asked my mother to come and speak directly to the first available doctor to clarify my position ”.
Outcome? “They told me, in short, that I had entered urgently, but that it was not really an urgent case. They also repeated to me that the hospital was in crisis, that it wasn’t their fault, that they didn’t know when they might have operated on me. At that moment I decided to resign ”.
A non-random choice: “I opted for discharge precisely because I did not want to spend other days in the hospital unnecessarily, perhaps removing the bed for potential patients who might need it more than I did.
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