...with the Greenspans unless someone becomes ill.
This long standing tradition has given all four of us an in depth knowledge of pharmacies, hospitals and surgeries thoughout Europe and America and has given us many happy memories of waiting rooms, chundering, rash comparisons and of not being able to move because you just applied some pink cream to some inconvenient body part - it's never the back of the hand! Always the back of the knee or below your armpit or something.
But,
I have now been where no Greenspan has been before:
But,
I have now been where no Greenspan has been before:
In a Malaysian A+E.
So apparently I'm allergic to the anti-malarial tablets that I have been taking for the last two months and needed to get some blood tests. I must say, the thought of going into a Malaysian hospital didn't fill me with joy. I was imagining a sort of disaster scenario A+E but with more BO. Also, my experience of Asia so far has not been the most hygienic of experiences and I felt genuine fear at catching something from another patient/doctor who hadn't washed his hands (pre-1860's style).
When we arrived I was very pleasantly surprised at how orderly and clean everywhere was, they even had a ticket machine and screens saying which number patient to go to which number Doctor's office! It was like being in Argos!
All the nurses spoke english pretty fluently and wore wonderful royal blue jubahs (long dress things) and pristine white hijabs (the head scarves) with retro style white nurses hats pinned on top. It was really nice and clean looking, and the hats made me smile!
The doctor, however, was a sexist w****r.
Sam had come with me to the hospital (his first time in a hospital since birth!) and, because he kind of wanted to find out why my legs look like I had played a dot-to-dot on them, he came in with me to see the Doctor.
After I showed Dr. Ong my rash he proceeded to address Sam and only Sam for the duration of the appointment. We were both very confused as to why he was asking Sam all about my symptoms when I was right there...
I then went and got some blood taken by another lovely nurse and went back in to Dr. Ong's room on my own (both Sam and I being very taken aback at his rude attitude towards me) to which Dr. Ong immediately asked where Sam was and where he had gone (yes he asked twice, on separate occasions) and when I told him that Sam had left, he gestured for me to go get him to ask him some questions! THE CHEEK OF IT!
Dr. Ong obviously hadn't accounted for my medical experience and I willingly (and capably, despite having ovaries *gasp*!) conducted the rest of the appointment myself.
Tosspot.
Anyway, aside from that, and a slightly confusing system of payment where I paid a large deposit when I arrived at the hospital and they then refunded me what I hadn't needed to pay at the end of the appointment, (it IS Malaysia after all, it couldn't all be logical) it was a very nice, clean hospital!
OH and just so you know, I'm fine! YAY!
When we arrived I was very pleasantly surprised at how orderly and clean everywhere was, they even had a ticket machine and screens saying which number patient to go to which number Doctor's office! It was like being in Argos!
All the nurses spoke english pretty fluently and wore wonderful royal blue jubahs (long dress things) and pristine white hijabs (the head scarves) with retro style white nurses hats pinned on top. It was really nice and clean looking, and the hats made me smile!
The doctor, however, was a sexist w****r.
Sam had come with me to the hospital (his first time in a hospital since birth!) and, because he kind of wanted to find out why my legs look like I had played a dot-to-dot on them, he came in with me to see the Doctor.
After I showed Dr. Ong my rash he proceeded to address Sam and only Sam for the duration of the appointment. We were both very confused as to why he was asking Sam all about my symptoms when I was right there...
I then went and got some blood taken by another lovely nurse and went back in to Dr. Ong's room on my own (both Sam and I being very taken aback at his rude attitude towards me) to which Dr. Ong immediately asked where Sam was and where he had gone (yes he asked twice, on separate occasions) and when I told him that Sam had left, he gestured for me to go get him to ask him some questions! THE CHEEK OF IT!
Dr. Ong obviously hadn't accounted for my medical experience and I willingly (and capably, despite having ovaries *gasp*!) conducted the rest of the appointment myself.
Tosspot.
Anyway, aside from that, and a slightly confusing system of payment where I paid a large deposit when I arrived at the hospital and they then refunded me what I hadn't needed to pay at the end of the appointment, (it IS Malaysia after all, it couldn't all be logical) it was a very nice, clean hospital!
OH and just so you know, I'm fine! YAY!
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