The girls were playing on the bed in the hotel room (a nice room with a kitchen corner, but one big flaw: you could hear the neighbors down as they were with us ...) . They had fun, laughed. Suddenly, I heard "Boom," and that Emily began to cry. When I raised, I immediately knew we should go to the hospital she had a deep open front on at least 4 cm. She had fallen directly on the ridge the base of the bed. Ouch! I cleaned the wound and closed, and for the second time since the beginning of the trip I took the road to the hospital with Emily for stitches. We arrived at the hospital, and I immediately noticed that the service would be very different from what we experienced at the Thai
clinic where Emily had her first accident
. We have entered a waiting room dark, where the paint flaking off the walls and the recovery of the seats were torn. It was late afternoon, there was not too crowded. After waiting a few minutes, a nurse came to see Bobo Emily and explained, in French (Vive la France colonizing!), We had to wait for the doctor, an intern.
I was already not too reassured by the place, and I was even less when I knew it would be an intern who would take care to sew my daughter. In the "operating room" where there were three other patients with us, I almost left with Emily when I saw the nurse pull the needle for suturing: it was as big as a yarn needle! "The doctor will make two stitches," explained the nurse. "Only two?" I asked. The last time
to his chin, Thailand
, she had twelve points, while the wound was about the same length. But I'm more competent than they to judge? At least they seemed to take great care to sterilize equipment. For two stitches, it was not worth the trouble of making a local anesthetic. Emily has been stitched cold, screaming (poor owl!), But at least it was not very long. And I'm not fainted, this time around.
Finally, we spent at the checkout. Total bill: $ 20, including antibiotics and paracetamol (acetaminophen no in Asia). I understood why the clinical Thai was so much more chic, with its $ 400 bill ...
Finally, we have not even taken antibiotics that we were sold. I consulted my friend e-mail nurse, Zoe, who recommended me to use the antibiotics we had brought, prescribed by the travel clinic. Ah, retirement planning ...
By tuk-tuk to the Chinese hospital in Luang Prabang  |
A fine scar in memory of Laos ...  |
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