An Indian Hospital, of all places.
Well. It is now 21:31 in the evening. I am in Udaipur, the romantic city of Rajastan. I can tell you right now that I am in the worst mood. Getting to the point, the girl we are traveling with became sick 3 days ago. She didn't give Sarah and I a complete picture of her sickness and thus we were only able to realise the extent until 2 days ago. That was when we said immediately she needed a doctor, and I, Dr. Me was sure that she had a gastro-intestinal infection. (that whole I Dr. Me thing is very sarcastic and if you knew what we (sarah and I) have been through it's all the more sarcastic). Basically what ensued was a fight with our driver WHO WANTED TO STOP TO TAKE PICTURES. When we said no way, get her to a doctor, he said no just check into the hotel first. In the end I became fed up. Now I am sorry Mum if you think I have inherited too much of my father, but I STORMED out of the car. I ran barefoot into our hotel and asked them to call a doctor. (Our hotel is a very nice hotel and our travel agent organised for us to have the best room in the hotel with in on the top floor with a balcony and a view of the lake. There is only one room on the top floor...) I was SO angry I can't tell you. Even more so because the girl wasn't listening to us, wasn't asserting herself. Even more so because when we got the the hospital, to the doctor, he told us she had to be admitted. Now I jumped at this because it seemed slightly.. well... unsavoury to be admitted to an Indian hospital. I rang my uncle who confirmed that this was the right decision. The tests revealed a gastro-intestinal infection. apparently I should have been a doctor. Anyways, I have been annoying the staff because I insist on knowing everything. I have asked a million questions about the drugs, the equipment. Sarah went to organise our hotel rooms whilst I stayed with our friend. That was fun and games because I saw blood tests, injections, MORE INJECTIONS THAN YOU COULD IMAGINE. IN an INDIAN HOSPITAL. Mum tell David that he would have been proud - a public relations man was with us to help us out. The nurse needed him to hold our friends arm and he did so, but I said "Uh, have you washed your hands?". Which he hadn't. And then he did. Back to injections, yes everyone, I saw a million injections. (you all know how I am with injections right? the answer being VERY BAD). But somehow it didn't bother me at all. I was like the nurse I had for my injections, talking away, making her wiggle her toes. I spoke to an Indian radiologist who explained what had happened (the symptoms weren't normal, which is why Sarah and I didn't realise till the second day). All in all it was quite fascinating from a medical point of view. The reason im in such a foul mood can be attributed to the sheer idiocy of our driver, and I'm sorry to say, our friend. Like it just seems like all common sense has gone. Our friend said "oh I feel much better, this I.V. drip is amazing, you should try it". UM YEH, LET'S JUST FORGET ABOUT THE INJECTION OF ANTIBIOTICS. like really. I can't even being to explain the daftness. Sarah and I stayed overnight in the hospital with her, which knocked me out completely. (That and this special lassi I had...) Anyways, our friend is on the mend which is all the matters. I personally feel that Sarah and I should be exalted. But that's just a personal sentiment related to my own arrogance. We also were confronted with the moral dilemma of whether to leave at our appointed time if she wasn't better. That decision will not have to be made now (hopefully) because she is much better. However you should all know that I had already decided my course of action. So yes, I never thought I would see an Indian hospital, but I did. Interestingly a woman doctor explained to me that Westerners are very concerned with the hygiene - the surroundings and cleanliness. She said that Indian patients are more concerned with what is going into the body.
Taking everything in the positive, I now know what to do if I get an infection.. which is exciting really, because you all know how I love to self-diagnose...
Well. It is now 21:31 in the evening. I am in Udaipur, the romantic city of Rajastan. I can tell you right now that I am in the worst mood. Getting to the point, the girl we are traveling with became sick 3 days ago. She didn't give Sarah and I a complete picture of her sickness and thus we were only able to realise the extent until 2 days ago. That was when we said immediately she needed a doctor, and I, Dr. Me was sure that she had a gastro-intestinal infection. (that whole I Dr. Me thing is very sarcastic and if you knew what we (sarah and I) have been through it's all the more sarcastic). Basically what ensued was a fight with our driver WHO WANTED TO STOP TO TAKE PICTURES. When we said no way, get her to a doctor, he said no just check into the hotel first. In the end I became fed up. Now I am sorry Mum if you think I have inherited too much of my father, but I STORMED out of the car. I ran barefoot into our hotel and asked them to call a doctor. (Our hotel is a very nice hotel and our travel agent organised for us to have the best room in the hotel with in on the top floor with a balcony and a view of the lake. There is only one room on the top floor...) I was SO angry I can't tell you. Even more so because the girl wasn't listening to us, wasn't asserting herself. Even more so because when we got the the hospital, to the doctor, he told us she had to be admitted. Now I jumped at this because it seemed slightly.. well... unsavoury to be admitted to an Indian hospital. I rang my uncle who confirmed that this was the right decision. The tests revealed a gastro-intestinal infection. apparently I should have been a doctor. Anyways, I have been annoying the staff because I insist on knowing everything. I have asked a million questions about the drugs, the equipment. Sarah went to organise our hotel rooms whilst I stayed with our friend. That was fun and games because I saw blood tests, injections, MORE INJECTIONS THAN YOU COULD IMAGINE. IN an INDIAN HOSPITAL. Mum tell David that he would have been proud - a public relations man was with us to help us out. The nurse needed him to hold our friends arm and he did so, but I said "Uh, have you washed your hands?". Which he hadn't. And then he did. Back to injections, yes everyone, I saw a million injections. (you all know how I am with injections right? the answer being VERY BAD). But somehow it didn't bother me at all. I was like the nurse I had for my injections, talking away, making her wiggle her toes. I spoke to an Indian radiologist who explained what had happened (the symptoms weren't normal, which is why Sarah and I didn't realise till the second day). All in all it was quite fascinating from a medical point of view. The reason im in such a foul mood can be attributed to the sheer idiocy of our driver, and I'm sorry to say, our friend. Like it just seems like all common sense has gone. Our friend said "oh I feel much better, this I.V. drip is amazing, you should try it". UM YEH, LET'S JUST FORGET ABOUT THE INJECTION OF ANTIBIOTICS. like really. I can't even being to explain the daftness. Sarah and I stayed overnight in the hospital with her, which knocked me out completely. (That and this special lassi I had...) Anyways, our friend is on the mend which is all the matters. I personally feel that Sarah and I should be exalted. But that's just a personal sentiment related to my own arrogance. We also were confronted with the moral dilemma of whether to leave at our appointed time if she wasn't better. That decision will not have to be made now (hopefully) because she is much better. However you should all know that I had already decided my course of action. So yes, I never thought I would see an Indian hospital, but I did. Interestingly a woman doctor explained to me that Westerners are very concerned with the hygiene - the surroundings and cleanliness. She said that Indian patients are more concerned with what is going into the body.
Taking everything in the positive, I now know what to do if I get an infection.. which is exciting really, because you all know how I love to self-diagnose...
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