I started this blog for when I was teaching in China. Then I moved to Hong Kong and taught second grade for five years. After seven years in Asia, it was time for me to return to my country. These are my adventures of living, working and repatriating myself.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
My Chinese Hospital Experience
Please don't be alarmed by the picture. I am still alive and breathing. I was sick this week and found myself in the Dongguan Konga Hopital, which is the largest hospital in asia. I got dehydrated and an intestinal thing with a fever. The doctor took blood and they tried to give me an IV. Now those of you who know me, know I am prone to passing out. I have become very brave with blood draws, but IV's are another story. This was my first IV that I remember having inserted in my vein. The nurse had inserted the needle and was taping it down when I passed out. While I was falling to the floor the IV yanked out of my hand, cut my finger and stabbed the nurse. When I awoke I felt like I was in some strange Asian movie. The nurses managed to get me on a bed and inserted oxygen tubes. I went into a little bit of shock as I was in pain from being sick, my hand from the IV and my head which hit something. After I calmed down, the secretary who took me to the hospital to translate, took this picture. She was really concerned and I wanted to lighten the mood when I was feeling better. So I had her take the picture. Several days later I am pretty much recouperated thanks to rest, antibiotic and glucose tablets.
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2 comments:
Elaine,
Even though you are not well, you look like "sleeping beauty"!
I am so glad you are all right.
Love and hugs,
becci
You poor thing! I hope you never have to go back!
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