Started to get something that looked like sever teenage acne on my lower arm one day. This seemed to get worse the next day and of course but I couldn't help myself but to pop them. Maybe this was not the best idea in the world because next day it was even worse and it started to hurt like h**l. At the same time I also started to get 5 big red, sore bumps on my thighs. Convinced by a Canadian girl, I went to a pharmacy and he gave me some anti bacterial cream and antibiotics. Yep, antibiotics over the counter, they are not exactly as strict as in Europe on the antibiotics here.. Two days later and no change except for both arm and thighs were getting worse, I took the decision to visit a doctor. Little did I know then what was up next!!!
Came in to the Clinic on Koh Tao and was greeted by a very smily nurse. Showed her my lower arm and the reaction I got from her was "WOW, what is that?!". Not the reaction you want when wanting medical advice... Anyhow after giving them my details, I got to see the doctor. He took a quick look on my arm and my thighs and then uttered the words. "We need to do tests and give IV antibiotics, but can't do here. You have to go to hospital one or two nights". My initial thought was "oh noooooo, do I have to Koh Samui again, I was only there the other day" (no hospitals in Koh Tao).
Since the doctor didn't continue his conversation about hospital, acting like I should know what hospital and that I know how to get there I had to kindly ask him "So, now what?". Answer he gave was a short "you go hospital this afternoon, talk to nurse". Realized this was not a man of many words!!! In the end I was told by nurse to be back at 130 PM and that we take a boat at 2 PM. So only thing I could do was to go back to my place and pack an overnight bag.
After getting back to the clinic in the afternoon, I was told to lie down and then they hooked me up to an IV, IV antibiotics and got some serious pain killers that nearly knocked me out. A small hope started to grow that they would skip sending me to hospital at this stage since it was coming up to 2 PM but no, we were taking the 3 PM ferry instead.
So coming up to 3 PM I was told that we were being driven to the pier, so with IV in arm me and a nurse headed to the pier. Not really sure why they couldn't wait to hook me up to IV before the ferry trip but it worked in our advantage. Didn't have to pay and people were nice enough to let us in front of them, so guess the IV had some advantages. So again two hours later I was in Koh Samui.
This is when it got a bit comical, I had another nurse and two paramedics waiting for me on the dock. They got me on a stretcher and wheeled me to an ambulance. Then with sirens and all they took me to the hospital. Felt a bit overkill but guess that's away to beat the traffic.
When I arrived at Thai International hospital they took the biggest blood test i ever had done in my whole life, think they robbed me of half my blood supply! After blood test I had to do a tricky urine test, I say tricky since I had IV needle in right hand so had to hold the tiniest cup with left hand doing so, you could imagine the mess! Then they squeezed all the pus out of my arm, oh shit that was painful. Then I was told I most likely have to stay for two nights, they hooked me up to more antibiotics and wheeled me to my room.
Then the routine started:
In-between I managed to get through a lot of Netflix and Youtube!!! So thankful for the good wi-fi at hospital...
Feeling somewhat hopeful on my second morning I asked the doctor if I get to go home today. I kind of already knew the answer, since two of my abscesses on my thigh were getting bigger and more painful. So no I didn't get to go home that day, instead I got an answer of "no, maybe we empty abscess this afternoon", then he left. So I had a few hours that day to wonder how they would "empty" abscesses. Would they suck the pus out? would they squees really hard" or do they cut open?..
Afternoon came and again they had my arm cleaned and then they started to prepare a tray with scalpel, big tweezer and something that I can only explain as a tiny ice cream scoop. So thats when I got the answer on how they would "empty" the abscesses!
Doctor gave me the anastatic straight in the thigh and then I lost all feeling in my leg, guess the doctor could have cut me open completely and I wouldn't have felt a thing! Luckily he didn't do this, he just opened two of the big red bumps that just grow bigger and bigger and then scooped all pus out. One straight on thigh and one on hip... I too a little look and thought I would get sick, that's how disgusting it looked... When he was done he had left two holes in my leg, about a cm in diameter and what looked like a centimeter deep... He stuck some cloth in to it and then they were covered.
Next day when it was time to have these cleaned the nurse was kind enough to tell me "ask the doctor for pain killer before cleaning". Followed her advice and for the first time in my life I got some morphine... Oh was I disappointed, not sure what the big deal about morphine is, the only thing I felt was that someone pushed me hard down on to the bed, then the room pinned for five seconds and after that I just got really really tired...
The head nurse, a normally very nice and smily man, realized on second day after removing the two big bumps that there was more to dig out in one of them. So he started digging and this is when I realized that I would not withstand torture very well. The pain was so great that I screamed straight out, begged him to stop and then asked for anastatic but no, so what I learned in Thailand is that they give you antibiotics like it's candy but something for the pain thats very restricted. The normally smily head nurse that wasn't to smily now told me not to cry and did another attempt. Being in a big examination room with only curtains as wall between the beds, I bit on to the pillow and tried not to make a sound. That lasted for about 5 seconds then I think the whole hospital heard me scream out once more in pain and then I started to cry like a baby with a nurse petting me on the head like I would feel better. Finally the head nurse was done, they patched me up and wheeled me back to my room. When I was back in my room and the last nurse had left me alone, I just couldn't stop crying with a feeling of that I had been violated!!!
Finally after the fifth night in hospital the doctor gave me the words I wanted to hear "today we discharge you". Oh those words felt great to hear. So with a big bunch of different meds I left the hospital behind and returned to Koh Tao.
I still have to go to the clinic everyday to have my woulds cleaned and nurse tells me they look better. In my view they still look as disgusting and I'm not allowed to swim. But at least my arm is completely back to normal and except for the drowsy medicine I'm taking, I feel great!
The Positive On My Hospital Stay
I decided that it was time for a career break. So handed in my notice to the company who I worked with for the last ten years. It's time to pack my bag and depart from Amsterdam which been my home town for the last 4.5 years. -"Amsterdam, it's not you it's me and I need a break!". Read more
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