A Scary Story Of Getting Seriously Ill In The Middle Of The Night In A Fairly Remote Town Abroad, Part 2

By Kate | Permalink | No Comments | May 18th, 2007 | Trackback

Read part 1 of my scary story of getting seriously ill in the middle of the night in a fairly remote town in India first.
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D ran to the hospital, got inside, but found all the interior doors closed, with a few signs in the local language and alphabet. No receptionist. No people around.

Meanwhile, my hands had become clenched painfully and I couldn’t move them anymore. I could hardly feel my face and my legs had now started to get numb as well. I tried to splash a little water on my forehead and face.

I was also lacking drinking water. Most sources recommend avoiding the tap water in that country - in some places you can become seriously ill from it. So we’d been sticking to bottled water, but were on our last half liter and I still was too afraid to use it all up.

D returned. He’ d been to the hospital twice and up and down the road, trying to find someone or something open, to no avail.

The breathing difficulties and spreading numbness were freaking me out. Should I ask him to stay with me or to go out again for help? We decided he should go out.

At long last, D returned with the owner of another hotel. They had gone up to the hospital and the hotel owner - “Robert” - had pounded on the right door and found the sole doctor on duty, who had been sleeping and couldn’t leave the hospital. So Robert and D had come back to help me up, Robert saying to take a sleeping bag or blanket. By this time, my hands had become a little more relaxed and I was starting to feel better.

Still, it was a hard walk for me uphill to the hospital. The doctor took my temperature, gave me
aspirin and asked what had happened. He gave me a syrup to widen my bronchial tubes and promised oxygen later if I needed it. I agreed to be admitted if D could stay with me – I’d heard some scary hospital stories and didn’t want to stay alone. Robert promised to come back in the morning to check up on us.

The room had ten or twelve beds on each side, most of them filled with patients and often their relatives, who had brought blankets and food. Rats explored the other side of the room, drawn by the food sitting on the windowsills. I have no doubt that there exist modern hospitals (without rats and perhaps with better care than in my own country) in larger cities and perhaps even other small towns - but in this one, there were rats.

Find part 3 of my scary story of getting seriously ill in the middle of the night in a fairly remote town abroad next.

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