Stiff Corpse

Puskesmas

My breath was breathless, no longer strong to step. The mountain roads are quite steep, with small rocks mixed in the ground as the base, quite painful feet. Shit, tomorrow I just bring the bike here, my hiss is upset. I occasionally stopped and took a deep breath, while continuing to curse. The mountain air is not so cold, it is very strange. Though a lot of trees, shady grass, rivers and now it is still morning. Maybe I'm the one who's less fit? I was 25 years old, embarrassing. Yes, since Young Doctor until this one year I rarely exercise. Who would have thought I would get a PTT workplace in the mountains so far, this high.

This puskesmasku is located in the mountains of the district area, far from the city. The location is very remote in my opinion, far from public facilities, far from the crowd. But there's a little village a few kilos from here. In the village that my home is temporary, until finally I finish my PTT period, one year. One year, yes, that's how long I have to go on this road every day. Maybe after this PTT my body will be sixpack.

A few minutes walk I finally arrived. From the front I was greeted by a wall of dirty white dusty walls. On the wall was a plaque that read "Puskesmas" - complete with his address and zip code - with a black color that began to fade. My eyes then explored the river on my left. The wide river ran along the steep road, and followed me all the way here. It then flows to the left side of the puskesmas wall.

After being satisfied to see the surroundings, I continued to enter the puskesmas area. There was no gate or fence connecting the white wall. It got me in a little bit. This school has a large field. Although quite a lot of motor parking in front of the puskesmas building, the puskesmas field looks still very spacious. Stupidly I, the patient just came here using a motorbike, while I was on foot. Looks like I really need to get the bike out of the house.

I kept walking into the puskesmas field. The white wall facing me in front of it, now circling around me, circles the entire puskesmas area in the form of a square. When viewed from the inside, the walls are clean, not as dirty as the outside. On the right side I could see an ambulance parked far away in the corner of the front wall. There is a parking lot on the right side of the ambulance. My eyes continued to explore the right-hand side wall, until I found a small building with a barn. The barn looks dirtier and shabby, the entry access is doorless, and the roof almost collapsed like it. Surprisingly again, around the warehouse was wandering white chickens (broiler type chickens) and chicks. I kept looking around, without me noticing, I was close enough to the main building of the puskesmas.

The architecture of this building is a little strange, simple two-story rectangular building that extends backward, with a small entrance in the middle. Just like the gate that is not fenced, the entrance access was also no door. There were some people passing by, entering the puskesmas by turns, because the entrance was very small. There is only one doorless entrance on the front side of the puskesmas, the rest is a wall that stretches short to the side, without windows. On the wall of the upper floor I found two windows sloping open.

Surprisingly again, on the left side of the building, there was a two-leaf glass door that was much larger than this front door. Above the glass door it says ER. I don't feel good about going through that little pathway that the patient went through, I'm afraid people think I'm a patient. Besides, I need to meet the head of the puskesmas in person. Without a second thought I immediately stepped towards the left side of the puskesmas, deciding to enter through the glass door.

After opening the glass door, I was faced with an empty room that was quite spacious. Lho? Where's the ER? The room was completely empty, with no furniture, tables, or chairs. The walls were white, without windows, and there was a small lamp in the middle of the ceiling that was not lit, making the room quite dark even in the morning. My eyes rolled to the left, there was an old wooden door, with two leaves, brown in color. I tried to open the old door, because there is no way –other than the glass door behind me. Strange, though the door before the glass, but in it only empty space and old door. I muttered for a few minutes, until I did not realize that the two old door leaves were wrapped around a walled iron chain.

"Boy!! What's up?!"

I was surprised. An old man suddenly patted me on the back. His face frowned in fear seeing me holding the iron chain.

"Emmm... A-anu sir. I'm Doctor Sultan..."

"Oh new doctor tho. the way is not here mas, let's follow me" As soon as the tone softens.

This old man was wearing a brown dress typical of civil servants, it looks like he's an employee of this puskesmas. With a fat box face, thick eyebrows and a mustache that is also thick, equipped with a black peci that covers his hair, this father is suitable for work in the district office. But just now, his face looked so panicked, strange. Immediately I took him out of the fake ER room, back to the front to the main door, and into the puskesmas.

The room inside the puskesmas was quite narrow and extended backwards, I think. The floor is made of blackish old ceramics, the walls are light brown, and there are some wooden tables and chairs that are also in brown paint. But the air is not hot even though the window, which is on the right side wall, is small. Of course, the wind enters freely from the front door –because there is no door. When I entered, I was greeted by four rows of silver patient waiting chairs on my right side. Some patients sat and focused on a flat-screen TV attached to a wall, complete with a small antenna - the second modern thing I found after a silver-like long chair in the hospital. It was also seen that some patients were talking to the counter attendants on the right side wall. And in the right corner of this room there is a ramp ladder –form ramps without stairs-to the second floor. Quite crowded and crowded for a narrow room.

My gaze then led to a room on my left side. Nah! This is the ER room! I left the old man and turned into the first room on my left. There, I saw that the ER equipment was quite complete. Bed, oxygen, syringes and action, counselling tables and chairs, as well as a closet full of drugs and bandages, are complete enough for this kind of remote health center.

"This is the ER..." The old man said softly.

She picked me up here after I left her all of a sudden. Her tone was gentle, not like the first meeting earlier.

"Yes sir. quite complete yes." I said while looking around.

His name is Mr. Badrun, he's a senior nurse here. He is the original of this village, the village where I live. He was waiting for me from morning, to take me to see Doctor Denny, the head of the health center. Then I was led to the patient check room. This room is located straight from the main door.

There I saw an old doctor sitting and playing his handphone. Her bald hair in front reflected the sunlight from the window of the room. The rest of the hair started to whiten, and the thick glasses hanging on his big nose, this doctor must have been very senior. The glasses he was wearing seemed to have not functioned anymore, he looked at his Handphonen screen from quite a close distance. Presumably, the officers here are old-timers.

"Sir.. This Doctor Sultan has arrived.." said Mr. Badrun introduced me in a high tone.

The doctor looked up and stood up smiling. Her thick lips scratched a smile that turned warm. Honestly, I sometimes get scared when I'm dealing with a doctor who's more senior than me. Then I came and regretted it.

"Who is..." Say it while confused

"Ehm... I'm Doctor Sultan dok... New PTT doctor..." I frowned in wonder, did he not hear Mr Badrun's words earlier?

"Don't say a little hardened, Mr. Denny is old..."

"I'm doctor Sultan Dok! from town!" I raise my voice.

"Oohh... The new PTT doctor is yes. let's have a seat"

It seemed that in addition to being myopic, this old doctor also started to go deaf. Even so, he greeted me kindly. Doctor Denny is a functional doctor as well as the head of the village puskesmas, no wonder other employees call him "Sir". Like Mr. Badrun, he is also a native of this village, and is well known in the community as a private doctor of the village. Although native to this village, but his house slightly down at the foot of the mountain, did not enter the part of the village where I lived. The three of us then talked a lot.

I'm being briefed on my duties here. At this puskesmas, I was given working hours only at night, which was seven o'clock at night until seven in the morning the next day. I don't think it's heavy, and it's very profitable, because it's rare for these villagers to seek treatment at night. That way I can sleep a full night without being distracted, my daydream. I was even amazed at the beginning, because the puskesmas in a quiet place like this were opened up to 24 hours. My work day is only until Friday, for Saturday and Sunday only on call. This means I will be contacted by the health care nurse if anyone needs the services of a doctor.

After finishing chatting, the two of them took me around, introduced me to other puskesmas employees and showed me the rooms in the puskesmas.

On this ground floor there is only Doctor Denny's examination room and the original ER room, which can be accessed from the small main door. While the dark room with glass doors and iron-chained room seemed to be separate, and only accessible from the glass door - although it is actually still part of this ground floor. They didn't take me there. On this floor, I got acquainted with the two old mothers of the counter attendants, who were also villagers here.

Next Mr. Badrun took me upstairs. Doctor Denny's not coming. Looks like his bones are no longer able to climb the ramp's ladder. On the top floor there are 5 rooms, namely 3 rooms inpatient, 1 room simple laboratory, and 1 bedroom doctor located at the corner. As I thought, the lab worker is also an old mother of the people native to this village. This puskesmas is like a private clinic owned by this village, exclusive.

There's not much I ask Mr. Badrun. I've been quite satisfied with Jobdesk and this puskesmas facility. The inpatient room is also standard and not stuffy. That day there were no patients staying so I could check one by one, the three rooms. Mr. Badrun then let me go home first, because it is still at 10 am, but I choose to sleep in the doctor's bedroom until 7 pm. I can't afford to go up and down that steep road anymore.