La Paz

Ghosts in the Hospital of clinics of La Paz

http://www.paginasiete.bo/sociedad/2014/4/6/rediseno-hospital-clinicas-esta-debate-18137.html

 

“The proximity of the Hospital of the thorax to the morgue is its avatar and its seal. Irrelevant to most of the staff of the evening and overnight shifts, but not for those who work at night, especially nurses.
One of them, Wilma Huanapaco, in charge of the intensive care room on the first floor of the building, will never forget what happened on Saturday 4 August.

Five minutes before two in the morning of that day, Huanapaco transcribed, as every night, the report of the State of the patients, whose delicate situation does not allow any mistake.

Immediately, a sudden heaviness invaded environment and the nurse's body was paralyzed. Neither arms nor legs, not even his eyelids responded. Desperation led her to make one greater effort to be able to turn around. At that moment he saw a tall man, outlined by an aura of an olive green and headless. Although the figure disappeared at the moment, the sensation of immobility remained for several seconds more.

"The only thing they knew was that she was awake", later reported their partners, Some even disbelieving to the experience of Huanapaco, for whom the apparitions are, After all, normal, Since he claims to have contact with this type of phenomena from nina.

But this nurse is not the only one who sees apparitions in the Hospital of the thorax, ni esta forma decapitada la primera vez que se presenta.

De hecho, por los pasillos aún se cuenta la historia de un hombre que cada noche pasea por los jardines próximos al hospital rumbo a la morgue. Aunque algunos lo han bautizado con el nombre del Jinete sin Cabeza, no tiene ninguna relación con el relato de Washington Irving.

Tan fuerte es la presencia de este hombre sin rostro, como la de una madre cargada de su niño que ha puesto los pelos de punta a más de una enfermera en la sección conocida como Pensionados, en el segundo piso del hospital, que es donde están internados los pacientes pudientes y donde hasta hace algunos años se trasladaba a las personas en estado delicado.

“Aparece en completo silencio, visita algunas salas, stops against any person in particular, the notes and then disappears", is the matching account of those who have lived firsthand the presence of the so-called mother of the retired.

A few steps from the thorax is the Hospital de Clínicas, also known as General, the most ancient complex of Miraflores and also the city of La Paz.

They passed thousands of people through its long corridors, among physicians, nurses and patients, some of whose spirits refuse to leave the place. This don Eloy Ticona da record, the hospital Porter and who every night, during 25 years, It runs along the old structure from end to end.

One night a year not reminiscent of don Eloy, the figure of a woman of high stature and fine porte appeared in the garden. "Do Doña Mercedes?"", He asked don Eloy hoping to find an answer from the thin Lady whom he mistook for a nurse who worked at the time.

At that moment, the mysterious woman came out of the garden, It took the Hall and away to slow pace toward a room where rested some patients. The game goalkeeper followed her and entered the room almost behind women, but found nothing, that was corroborated by a patient who was awake and saw not enter anyone.
Since then, many of these occurrences have unnerved the nights of don Eloy, whom, However, He has abandoned his fear give way to curiosity. There are innumerable opportunities in which the black lady has reappeared and some already know her as the widow of General.

Senior officials from these and other hospitals ensure that these appearances are souls of people who died leaving something pending.

That the case of the figure of a nurse's Blue Coat that has made the ramps of the children's Hospital your preferred place of evening stroll.

Those who have seen it say that it is the spirit of a former officer of the hospital, that appreciation and dedication for children still maintains it with them. In this respect, some officials say that infants have not forgotten your favorite nurse.

Una de estas personas es la actual jefa del servicio de Neonatología, Teresa Aguilar, quien en sus 20 años de trabajo en este nosocomio jamás había vivido una experiencia como la de hace cuatro años.

Fue una noche en la que el paseo rutinario de visita por las salas fue interrumpido por unas escurridizas risas de niños un piso más arriba. Creyendo que un grupo de sus pequeños pacientes había decidido iniciar una ronda de juegos en plena oscuridad, subió en silencio intentado sorprenderlos.

Mientras más se acercaba más fuertes eran las risas. Sin pensarlo dos veces y a dos gradas del piso indicado espetó un grito, pero no había nadie.

Un frío intenso le estremeció de los pies a la cabeza y la sensación de inmovilidad se apoderó de su cuerpo por algunos segundos. “Estoy loca”, se dijo a sí misma como convenciéndose de no haber escuchado las multitudinarias voces. La incertidumbre terminó al día siguiente cuando la portera le pidió, en tono de reclamo, que controle a sus niños porque habían reído toda la noche.

Aunque no son muchas las personas que hoy en día dicen oír voces y risas de niños en el hospital, los funcionarios aseguran que sus pequeños visitantes rondan todo el día por las salas.
La encargada de Farmacia del turno de la tarde no se explica por qué algunas de las cajas de los medicamentos aparecen desordenadas siempre que deja el lugar por algún tiempo.

 

Source: http://www.editorialbitacora.com/bitacora/hospital/hospital.htm


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