I have really had quite the time with my health here in Brazil. I blame this on my body adjusting to the climate, to the different strains of whatever..but a couple of weeks ago was different.
Sunday night starting around 9 pm, I ended up in the bathroom about every 20 minutes. ALL NIGHT LONG. ALL NIGHT people. I swear to you, there was no reprieve. There was no break. There was just every twenty minutes. And not only was it the obvious, but there was also the vomiting. I just kept thinking it would stop. There was no way that there was anything left inside of me. It’s impossible. But my friends, it was not. It kept coming. So when Sidnei got up for work around 6:30 am..(yes that is over 9 hours later….9 hours people) and found me leaning over the sink and crouching over the toilet at the same time, he told me it was time to go to the hospital. He got no argument from me.
Now since I don’t have health insurance yet and I knew the only thing I needed was an IV to get some fluids and medicine in me, we went ahead to the city hospital. The free one. It was strange. Definitely different. There were LOTS of people. And from what Sidnei tells me, it’s because Ipatinga is the only city for quite a ways in all directions that has a hospital. And it was a Monday. Mondays seem to be busy no matter where you go.
So I waited, got called in by triage, and had to go back to the waiting room. Then we got called back behind the entry doors, where we waited some more. Then we went into an office type room with the doctor, where I told him what was wrong with me. He listened to my heart, took my blood pressure. And prescribed me my IV. Then I went into a waiting style room, filled with chairs, and IV bag hangers. I waited for my medicine, hung out in a room with everyone else getting an IV. Then I waited for the doctor to look at me again, give me prescriptions and we were on our way 4 hours later.
I was definitely grateful for the medicine. It made the madness stop. It was weird to be hanging out with everyone getting my IV. I guess you don’t get a bed and a room unless absolutely necessary. I felt like it wasn’t a very sterile situation…and that’s not to say the hospital wasn’t clean, because it was. I guess it was just my perception of how things should be.
Let’s just say I will be happy when I have my insurance and I go to the private hospital. But I am grateful that I have a place to go and I’m not scared to death I won’t be able to afford whatever treatment I need. I did live in the states before I left without health insurance (my company had to cancel due lack of money, so we lost benefits instead of our jobs) and I was constantly worried something was going to happen and I was going to have huge bills. So it is nice not to worry about that.
I’m sure I will have more to say when I have more exposure to the hospitals, doctors, and health system here.
Oh and the doctor think I ate something bad..but no one was sick but me? Who knows…SO GLAD that is over.