… is anything related to medical needs in this country.
It’s moreso because it’s an unknown thing as
opposed to a feeling that’s founded on actual experience.
(We have heard scary stories though.)
Sunday afternoon Josh started feeling cramps in his lower
abdomen, on the left side. By later evening,
he retired to bed (half-way through Sarah’s b-day party) because he said it
hurt too much. He threw up a few times,
and tossed and turned for the rest of the night.
Monday, it was on and off all day. The pain had moved, and he couldn’t keep any
food down. My non-medical self using the
not-so-medical internet started concluding… ulcer? food poisoning? enlarged
spleen? liver problems? gall bladder or kidney stones?
There’s a pharmacy around the corner from us. I thought, maybe I should just pick up some
Tums. But that in itself proved to be
stressful. How American am I that I only
know medicine by brand name? So here’s
the process: I had to figure out what
Tums is. Answer: calcium carbonate. Translate it into Chinese and copy that translation
onto scratch paper. I walked to the
pharmacy, which is one half an herbal medicine place. (Picture a wall of what looks like old card
catalog drawers, filled with dried roots and herbs.) The pharmacist was wearing a face mask,
weighing dried powders on a scale, and wrapping them in to little packets of
white paper. And he didn’t have any
Tums. So I walked a block down the
street to the other pharmacy. They did
have anti-acids. Just 2 kinds. But when it looks like this:

I do have a little trepidation in making sure I’m giving
Josh the right thing. The only English in
the box is “Hydrotalcite Chewable Tablets.”
Which at that moment, was not what I was looking for. I bought it anyway, brought it home, and
looked up the info to make sure I wasn’t going to make Josh any sicker than he
was already. Next problem: translate
this so I can figure how much to give him:
Do you see I at lease got the important stuff figured out? I also figured out that indeed, they should
be chewed, not swallowed.
This could all easily have been solved by going to the
doctor, right? But Josh really didn’t
think it was necessary. We also in
going, would have to think through the steps… do we go to a hospital or a
clinic? Of those two, local (w/ international section) or international
altogether? Where is the closest
hospital/clinic? Do we have enough on
hand cash? (The answer is no. We do have health insurance, but we have to
pay everything upfront and then submit a claim later for reimbursement, if we
submit a claim at all. My imagination started
running wild with the possibility of paying for surgery… on the spot.)
So, today is Tuesday.
And Josh’s stomach feels better.
Thank you Lord. But from all the
resting, he’s thrown his back a little.
Now he’s laying on the floor, in pain again.
*sigh*
Definitely the next post… should be fun stories!