Hospital Visit in the 3rd World


So I was not generally unhappy with the service because I had no choice and since it is not a suing kind of country, my only recourse being never do that again, it is a mute point.  However we were a little shocked by some parts of the practices.  So let me brief you–My daughter, within the first 3 days of being in the 3rd world, caught the flu.  It was confirmed by a blood test and an x-ray. Those may seem like some extreme tests for the flu but when in a place where it can be almost anything, it is the best option.  That was followed by a 4 day hospital stay.
Some gripes
First clinic–finger prick, wtf, and they get a drop at a time and then are hitting the canister on the table to drop it down.  Hmmm–could it not break, maybe splash out, maybe you might drop it.  It also took  a few minutes.  When you have a kid-you have to be fast and furious.  A regular blood test would have been less traumatic.
Hospital in middle of busy ass area–literally, you had to have skills to even turn into the hospital from the oposite lane.
No gloves-2 times
Guy came  into our room and did not even identify himself
-Man comes in our room with street clothes-who the hec are you?
I left hospital to buy some goods as I would be over “nighting”.
-There was no sign out/sign in desk. Wtf
Did I mention that earlier a man came to our room with two female doctors and he had no uniform, no badge and said nothing.  Who are these f-kers*?
Oh this last thing had me climbing the non existent curtains.  So the bed rail was preventing my toddler from face pancaking into the concrete floor.  When I took a closer look I saw that there was dried blood.  I almost lost my shit as it was on several of the posts and I agonized over making a grand gesture and saying something to my husband or the staff. Then I jumped out of my mind, grabbed the bottle of alcohol  provided by the hospital and started wiping with some paper towels that we had bought from the store.  I was able to clean the part that actually grazed the pillow and cover sheet.  Yes I am super anal about that and I would done or but it was a lost battle.  (This particular thing is not a 3rd world phenomena, your hospital might make you cringe if you study it.  I thought that the orderlies took care of this. )
Here is the best part
Hospital is across the street from a mall-the only place to buy goods-food, clothes, etc. and to get wifi. You have to cross a 6-8 lane road.  I received some aid from an adult crossing guard but I still didn’t trust the drivers.  Wtf-where is the light? Where is the pedestrian crosswalk over the main road, since no one wants to/can stop?
Funny-everyone says that life is fast, no it was just the flipping people on this road.
Have to lighten the mood-I was watching Nickelodeon, as what else would one do in a hospital if reading is not possible.. — This little minion like thing was going through the scanner at the airport check-in .  No liquids or less liquids-right.  So he drinks all but 3 ozs of the soda and sends the bottle through.  When he comes out the other end he spits the soda back into the bottle and then walks off the customs line.  Funniest shit I have seen-in a while.  I wonder if that would work for us real folk.
Note:  they let you keep a bunch of stuff from the hospital, of course you will pay for it at the end.  Pillow. Plastic basin.  Toothpaste pack. Bottle of rubbing alcohol. Towels.
I was in China a while back and someone told me not to get sick.  This was confirmed when I saw the nasty traffic and heard the sirens from who know where.  Then I witnessed the ambulance driving on the wide sidewalk as the traffic did not clear a path.  hmmmmmmm.
Happy Health Travels!!

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