VISIT TO THE ER !!!!!
Since this is basically an anonymous blog I have no problem sharing my embarrassing stories.
A couple of weeks ago I developed an itch around my inner groin - nothing serious, just really annoying. After a few days with the itch getting progressively worse, I felt it was time to investigate. Upon closer observation I realized that I had a small rash on my inner groin near my *ahem* balls.
I went to the pharmacy and told the man working that I had a rash. When he asked where I awkwardly laughed and told him. He did not laugh. He gave me a tube of cream, told me to apply it twice daily and took my money.
Needless to say the rash got worse. It kept spreading in that area and I started to worry a little bit. Then, last night when I was in the shower shit hit the fan. I looked down to realize the rash had spread to an area that should cause major concern (I’ll let you guess as to where). I immediately freaked out and headed to the hospital down the street. As I’m driving down I think about this and my fear grows by the second.
I check into the ER and fill out some paper work. The guy points to a room and tells me ‘you go’. I walk into the room and there are about 10 nurses and 3 doctors sitting around talking.
Sawatde ka - one of the doctors says
sawatde krap, I’m here to see a doctor
Ok, what is problem?
uhhh, I have a rash
Where
Ummm -awkwardly look around the room to discover I have become the center of attention
around my groin - I awkwardly laugh again. One of the male doctors says something to a nurse. she giggles and hits him in the arm (what did he say??)
ok, you sit down.
So I head out into the waiting room and take a seat. About 5 minutes later I am called into the room and the nurse examines me. She looks everything over and basically tells me I have a fungal rash (or as she so elegenlty put it “Jock Rash”). Supposedly this is very common in Thailand, especially for foreigners. I breathe a heavy sigh of relief. She tells me that the cream I was using is a steroid and was only making things worse.
I am then ushered out of the room to pick up my medicine - all 7 bags of it. The total cost for this vist was a whopping $21. I was in and out of the hospital in about 30 minutes.
On my way out I had a strong urge to run up to my doctor and hug her but I restrained myself.
“We prescribe medicine, but Jesus Christ is the healer” - note on the back of my medicine packet.
