I think the service in Canada has impressed me once again...
Ok, so I didn't tell you I got admitted into the hospital last week. It was a small issue (flu, really, how boring can you get?). But I wanted to share about the service...
The fever from the dratted flu had hit a nasty 40.5 degrees Celcius (105 F) in less than a day, and the migraine was bad, real bad. That coupled with the fact that most clinics here require an appointment, I found myself on the way to the hospital.
The emergency room in the area is notorious for having a ridiculously long line (my friend, whose son broke a nose, waited for over 4 hours, before the mother gave up and drove him to a hospital in another county) as it is one of the busiest hospitals in Ontario...Having known this, I chose to use the ambulance when the first aid team on campus proposed getting admitted (TeleHealth Ontario adviced for the ambulance anyhow)...
Since I arrived in the ambulance, I didn't have to wait in line. I thought the doctors would roll their eyes that this Malaysian girl got herself in because of a fever, but I instead got a 'Hon, what took you so long to get in?'...
Turns out, they thought, I had, among other stuff:
1) Meningits...
2) A ruptured Ovarian cyst...
3) Malaria (Mosquitoes in Canada, in Winter?!?)...
But they were surprisingly sweet (including the old-lady-volunteer who made sure I was comfortable; then the meningitis thingy came up and she had to leave because infectious cases are out of bounds for volunteers).
I was alone in isolation (in case it was meningitis), but they were very kind. I had countless doctors and nurses checking on me ("Hon, how you feeling?", "Hi dear, on a scale of 1 to 10, what is your level of pain?", "Sweets, I'm the doctor on call, and I'm gonna ask you some questions, ok?").
And after I was done with my feeble arguments against the lumbar puncture (yeah, like in HOUSE!), I found myself consenting. After they promised my migraine wouldn't get worse...Hehe...
Darn...No mummy to sit with me...Screwed, right?
Turns out, it wasn't so bad. They sent a nurse to hold my hand and she whispered to me throughout the whole thing, and even sat with me till I nodded off from the morphine (finally, no pain, so I drifted to sleep)...
And one funny thing happened in radiology. They removed my Winnie-the-Pooh chain when they did the X-Ray, and I heard one of the nurses saying: "Gentle with the chain. It's Buddha!". If I wasn't in pain, I would have laughed my head off!!!
BUDDHA? It's Pooh!!!
Anyway, I was pretty impressed because I know how busy that emergency department is. Outside my room, I could hear a swarm of activity (the flu season is bad!). And yet the nurse sat with me like that.
And today, I got a call from the hospital, from one of the doctors. He said one of my blood cultures grew a bacteria, and although he suspected very strongly it might be a contaminated sample, he thought he'd checked on me anyway...
Aww, that was pretty sweet. What service! But yeah, drama aside, it was definitely just the flu...
"Come back if you still have a fever, ok? We would be very happy to see you again", he said...
And so it is that I want to record my thanks to the staff of the Emergency Department of Peterborough Regional Health Centre. It's the same hospital I volunteer in (Emergency doesn't know though), and I am very proud that I get to be a part of such a bunch of dedicated staff...
PS: My nose, is still out there, somewhere! ;) Somebody saw it in Malaysia! Hehe...









