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The most blessed story of my life (4)
-Why I have never visited a hospital or pharmacy-
In 1960, I was in a catastrophic accident. At the time, the grave of General Chae Byeong-deok, the Army's chief of staff, who died during the Korean War, was located on the hillside of Wau Mountain near Mapo. The surrounding region was extremely large. It was similar to an amusement park. Looking down the Han River, I could see Bamseom Island, the Hangang Railway Bridge, and a big sandy beach in the distance. That's why a large crowd gathered here on Sundays. It served as an outdoor rest stop for people of nearby towns such as Seogang and Sinsu-dong.
One day, I came here with my father. A large crowd had already gathered. Near the grave, a 20,000-volt high-tension steel tower stood tall. Of course, a 'danger' sign was attached to the tower, and barbed wire was poorly placed to prevent access. Nonetheless, a young guy climbed the high-tension wire tower. He glanced down and screamed out to anyone who would listen. "Wow, the scenery is beautiful. Please come up here." I was staring up at the young man yelling from the steel tower's top. My father noticed me. He was gripping my hand to prevent me from approaching the pylon.
After a while, while my father was talking with the others, I sneaked out and climbed the pylon where the young man was sitting, one step at a time. And after a while, I fell with the sound of 'Bang'. I saw an endless plain of reddish-yellow before my eyes. in that short moment. It might be a near-death experience. Anyway, that moment occasionally returns to mind, but amazingly, it is duplicated exactly as it is.
I afterwards reviewed and confirmed the daily newspaper's contents. When the young guy touched the high-voltage line, it shorted out and an explosion occurred. I fell just as I was about to reach the top of the pylon. By hanging from the top of the tower, the young guy was burnt to death. Sparks flew and burnt his clothes. He didn't fall because the footwear he was wearing became entangled in the steel structures. I awoke seven days later on the floor of the corridor at Seodaemun Red Cross Hospital. My right femur and hip joint were broken, as were my arm and head.
First and foremost, I was in a situation where I was bleeding so severely that there wasn't much chance. I survived by having many people's priceless blood. For the rest of my life, I have not forgotten the feelings of thankfulness and regret that I had at this moment. First and foremost, it is an admission of guilt for ignoring the father's instructions. I am appreciative of the medical staff's kind words and facial expressions while I screamed in pain because they helped me escape that hostile atmosphere. The fact that I have never given blood before is something I am really sorry for and ashamed of.
I had to spend eight months in the hospital. The facade of the Hwayang Theater in Seodaemun Rotary was the most noticeable when I peered out the hospital window. At this time, my biggest wish was that I would be like the people who walked bravely in front of the theater. This dream of mine lasted up until I spent more than a year using crutches after leaving the hospital. I vowed to myself at the moment that if my wish came true, I would be grateful for the rest of my life. Of course, that promise has been kept until now. (PACTA SUNT SERVANDA)
In order to honor my vow to the very end, I walk as much as I can everywhere I travel, whether it be in Korea or overseas. I walk unless it's absolutely important. I hiked Mount Bukhan whenever I got the chance, even though I was working a lot. I also went on a 450 km walking excursion from Seoul to Busan. I was questioned about why I insisted on walking that way. I never replied the true reason; I merely stated that I enjoy walking. because they are unable to comprehend my past.
At the time, the Red Cross Hospital was overcrowded, and the majority of patients, including myself, were left laying on the floor in the hallway. A combat field hospital, maybe. Korea at the time still lacked both medical facilities and pharmaceuticals. After surgery, a minor lump or skin irritation was removed or cut out without the use of anesthesia. And not just that. Physical therapy in particular before having a femur osteotomy was a nightmare in and of itself. The following is the content:
The reason why the femur and pelvis were left in a fractured state for 7 days was because I had been unconscious for 7 days. After seven days, when I came to, I screamed aloud because I couldn't bear the pain in my leg. The doctor didn't arrive until after that to examine the fracture location. In actuality, up until that point, just the scars on my face, arms, and head had been visible to my father and the doctor. The issue was that after a week, the femur had slightly shifted out of place. My broken leg was compelled to be stretched for many days by the nurse. I believe I have probably burst into tears as much as I can for the rest of my life at this point.
My horrible memories of that time as a child seem to last a lifetime. Since then, I still rarely go to the hospital or pharmacy. People around me ask me, "Why don't you worry about or care about your health, such as being sick? Do you have any secrets?" My answer is always the same. I have almost the same illnesses as everyone else. I also have abnormal symptoms. But these are nothing compared to the pain, anxiety, and fear I endured as a child. So I just ignore it. Adding to that, I had already taken all the medications( the injections, the surgery) I had to take for the rest of my life, and the period I was lying in the hospital room had already been used up. That's it!
Anyway, at the time, it was common to see side effects after surgery. There were also cases where maggots formed on the surgical site inside the cast, but it was an era in which neither the person himself, his guardian, nor the people around him were surprised. There were even more miserable scenes. Every morning, there was a line of blood sellers at the entrance of the hospital. For them, the last means of livelihood to survive in the age of despair was to sell their blood. We were as poor as that. In fact, seeing this scene every morning, I consider poverty a sin, ever since then.
Even now, when I pass by Seodaemun Red Cross Hospital, I think of their bloodless faces. Yes. What makes the Republic of Korea proud is that it is a country that has risen despite such difficulties. Korea has been the world's best medical welfare country since President Park Chung-hee introduced the first medical welfare program in July 1977. Korea boasts the top doctors, medications, and hospitals in the world. Not only critically sick patients, but even regular patients, are no longer treated in the hallway or without anesthetic. (be continued)
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