The moral of the story…no matter how long we wait in waiting rooms back home, at least at the end of it all the doctor does more than prescribe a general course of anti-histamines, paracetemol, antacids, and anti-biotics…they typically at least check you pupils or your BP….
Just after (obviously) having a conversation with our fellow volunteers about how reckless the driving is in Phnom Penh and how we were probably feeling a little too invincible on our push bikes….and then after saying ‘hey traffic’s great today’….riding along and a moto swerves around a tuk tuk and side on in to me…that’s about the last thing I remember before hearing Stacey yell my name and me peeling myself up of the pavement. Then me being a stubborn ass about not going to the hospital until realizing the bump the size of a baseball on my head and the radiating pain up my temple from speaking…then the hysterics began. Mostly because there were about 20 useless Cambodian men laughing at me and nobody doing anything, additionally all the lady that hit me cared about was saying we were both at fault so I wouldn’t sue her (for what? 50 dollars? this is Cambodia…)
After what felt like half an hour and was probably 10 minutes, and involved me attempting to ‘walk it off’ twice…the tuk tuk took my to the closest clinic where I had to beg for ice, was given a massive block of ice…not malleable to my head…and a sedative, not a pain killer. The doctor looked at my eyes, wrote the 4 prescriptions listed previously and I never saw him again.
I then felt better so headed south to Kampot to get out of the craziness of Phom Penh (slash I just have too many favourite spots, eating was getting pricey). I went to the market the next day and started getting sick again so I waited to go to Sonja Kill, a new ex–pat doctor mentorship hospital. There I got an Xray, but they didn’t have a CT…the closest is in Phnom Penh (but may not be that great)…:S. The hospital was way nicer and evidently a destination for people far and wide in Kampot province. IT was great to see that western doctors were mentoring Khmer ones to try and shift the perspective on health care. Both facilities were super clean, but I was surprised English wasn’t more prevalent in the medical scene. I spoked to an ex-pat in Kampot who said you can get into any medical school in Cambodia …meaning any language. So some doctors will go to English or French schools with no prior knowledge of the language…obviously creating problems.
So I chilled out with more amazing food and made my way to Sihanoukville to get my Vietnam visa before heading to HCMC this morning. I feel like death…probably because of the pushy Korean woman who dropped a 10kg hello kitty bag on my head when she got off the bus, but either way I’m actually taking my bed rest for the next couple days.
I’m super panicked about continuing my trip and yoga training…I’ll definitely keep ya’lls posted.
Food post to come…so.. much…GREAT foood….and so far I’ve had terrrrrible pho in Saigon—not impressed. Also, Facebook is blocked…also I don’t know what people are talking about. The Vietnamese are so far HEAPS nicer than Cambodians. I hope the tuk tuk drivers and ‘lady’ callers at markets know they’ve ruined the image of their country’s friendly people. yeesh.