I am not a fan of hospitals, since having this as
a consequence of an emergency run to hospital in Malaysia. It has given me great discomfort since although much mitigated by a operation to sew up five hernias last year.
a consequence of an emergency run to hospital in Malaysia. It has given me great discomfort since although much mitigated by a operation to sew up five hernias last year.However yesterday we had to take poor Ay-Ay as she had severe diarrhoea, diagnosed as amoebic by a doctor but not unfortunately cured. She was losing strength rapidly after the first few days so we bundled her and her sister into the Pajero. Just as well we did since there was no parking at the hospital so she could be escorted in while we found a parking place and took a taxi back.
There was a considerable number of people there suffering similarly, and the entrance hall, where inital viewing and indeed hours of recovery were spent, was split to cover a number of different types of patient down to young babies.
When I complained that while waiting Ay-Ay should have the chance to lie down it was pointed out that they only had so many stretchers and a bed was reserved for those clearly dying.
Alice then told me we were at a public hospital and I felt so sorry for those with elderly or young relatives being brought in. The doctor said that most people waited too long before coming. Understandable since although the doctors and nurses were free everything else, tests and drugs, cost; I expect this in private hospitals but with the UK National Health as a background had rather thought there must be some aid for these poor souls.
But no, and indeed although the doctors would recommend nearby pharmacies (holding a far greater drug selection than the hospital) as being cheaper and more likely to have a needed drug still the patient had better damn well have someone with them to go out to buy the necessary, or they would do without!
So Ay-Ay was provided with a plastic stool and a drip but as the drip stand had to accommodate another patient, who was male, necessary toilet runs were a bit awkward. Generally it all seemed a shade old fashioned.
While we were in the hallway we saw three deaths, there may have been more of course that we did not notice. But we were relatively rich and we could buy all suggested drugs together with dextrose and vitamin drips. So during the course of the day Ay-Ay slowly perked up, and we figured she was well on the way to recovery when she started showing an interest in all that went on.
As indeed she should since as soon as her sister completes her nursing training she will go back to college to complete her own, regrettably halted for a while. We are naturally paying for these two girls to get the education in the hopes of a later decent job for them both.
Now she appears recovered but I recommend you to the below.
There was a considerable number of people there suffering similarly, and the entrance hall, where inital viewing and indeed hours of recovery were spent, was split to cover a number of different types of patient down to young babies.When I complained that while waiting Ay-Ay should have the chance to lie down it was pointed out that they only had so many stretchers and a bed was reserved for those clearly dying.
Alice then told me we were at a public hospital and I felt so sorry for those with elderly or young relatives being brought in. The doctor said that most people waited too long before coming. Understandable since although the doctors and nurses were free everything else, tests and drugs, cost; I expect this in private hospitals but with the UK National Health as a background had rather thought there must be some aid for these poor souls.
But no, and indeed although the doctors would recommend nearby pharmacies (holding a far greater drug selection than the hospital) as being cheaper and more likely to have a needed drug still the patient had better damn well have someone with them to go out to buy the necessary, or they would do without!
So Ay-Ay was provided with a plastic stool and a drip but as the drip stand had to accommodate another patient, who was male, necessary toilet runs were a bit awkward. Generally it all seemed a shade old fashioned.
While we were in the hallway we saw three deaths, there may have been more of course that we did not notice. But we were relatively rich and we could buy all suggested drugs together with dextrose and vitamin drips. So during the course of the day Ay-Ay slowly perked up, and we figured she was well on the way to recovery when she started showing an interest in all that went on.
As indeed she should since as soon as her sister completes her nursing training she will go back to college to complete her own, regrettably halted for a while. We are naturally paying for these two girls to get the education in the hopes of a later decent job for them both.
Now she appears recovered but I recommend you to the below.
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