Hospitals In India Suck
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First of all, I must apologize for the lack of new entries lately. Iâ€™ve been a bit occupied. Iâ€™ve been staying in Hampi for the past 10 days and there is indeed a story to tell.
A few notes on Hampi first:
- beautiful place: like an oasis full of ancient temples amid mountains of giant boulders
- loved watching the sunset at Hanuman temple
- fun times swimming at the lake dodging fake crocodiles
- awesome times driving down random roads surrounded by rice paddies
- WORST MOTORBIKES EVER
- love love love Hampi
So hereâ€™s my story.
On my forth day living at my new found haven I got a fever. It broke by the evening but that night I had the pleasure of getting my first round of travellerâ€™s diarrhea in India.
Off to the nearest hospital I went.
Incidentally, the nearest hospital was just across the river and one town over, about an hour away from my haven of a guesthouse.
At first, I was optimistic. The KLS Hospital in Hospet looked clean, professional, and welcoming of me. Of course they welcomed me, I was a sick, rich foreigner.
They took a blood sample and then hooked me up to an IV. I was diagnosed with Acute Amoebic Dysentery. I ended up having to stay overnight at the hospital away from my friends and all my belongings save my purse and the clothes on my back. It was not fun.
A few notes on KLS Hospital:
- only one doctor
- only two nurses
- mosquitoes EVERYWHERE
- dank bathroom and no toilet paper provided
- no night gowns
- HAD TO REMIND NURSE TO PROVIDE ME WITH FOODâ€¦TWICE
- power outages common
- back-up generator was loud and slow to kick in
- had to track down nurse when my IV bag was empty and pumping out bloodâ€¦.TWICE
- at night, all staff went to sleep so all patients were left unmonitored
There was no nurse buzzer so if I needed anything it meant I had to wander into the lobby and wait for the nurse to come by.
In the morning, my American, Typhoid-stricken roommate and I wandered out onto the street looking to buy some food. The staff didnâ€™t start working until about 10am. We were hungry. I still had my IV needle stuck in me.
I havenâ€™t even gotten to the scam part of my story.
By the time I checked out of the hospital, I was under the impression that all the paper work for my insurance was handled. Usually, the patient is supposed to pay for all expenses up front and get reimbursed by the insurance company later. However, a one-night hospital stay exceeded my cash funds and I needed my insurance company to handle all expenses up front. It was that or pay in cash and have no money to leave town.
After spending a couple blissful days back at my guesthouse recovering in peace, the doctor came for a visit. Him and some dude.
They wanted me to pay cash for my hospital stay. At first they tried to reason with me, then trick me, then bully me, then threaten me by calling in the police.
I said great, call the police, Iâ€™d be happy to chat with them.
I wonder if they think Iâ€™m bluffing. I wonder if they know that I know that theyâ€™re trying to charge me Rs 11,000 for what I know to be a Rs 3,000 hospital bill.
I wonder if they know, that I have proof that theyâ€™re trying to fraudulently claim Rs 28,000 from my insurance company. Thatâ€™s quite the mark up. I mean, who ever heard of charging $750 US for the treatment of diarrhea?
I also now know that the autorickshaw driver my friend randomly flagged down to drive us to the hospital got a mother of a commission to bring me to that particular private hospital. Apparently, a lot of drivers in town have a deal with this one doctor.
This is India.
Iâ€™ve spent the last two days dodging my doctor.
Iâ€™m skipping town tomorrow.