My Broken Arm

A few months ago, I mentioned that I would write a proper post about my broken arm. Firstly, I broke when my arm two weeks ago when I fell off a stool. Although that sounds awfully ridiculous, it happened that way. Therefore, I was taken to the hospital's A&E (stands for Accident and Emergency I think). With the current H1N1 virus spreading, everyone in the hospital had to take their temperature and wear masks. The nurse standing at the station passed me a mask, asking me to put it on. The problem was that my hand was in a lot of pain and you need two hands to put on a mask. I told her that I could not put on my mask. She looked at me, very agitated, saying that I had no choice.

I can understand that there were many people waiting to enter the A&E as it was extremely crowded because of the fact that it was a public holiday but then I think I would rather be served with good service than fast service. No matter how fast I am able to get into the area, there will still be a long queue to see the doctor. Later I had to wait almost 2 hours to see the doctor. The way the nurse looked at me was quite rude and I think she should have shown a little more consideration. I think it was quite obvious that I had an injury to my arm as I was using my other arm to support it.

Following that incident, I saw the doctor. The doctor asked what was wrong and when I told him he stated to bend my arm here and there very roughly. He asked which part of my arm was painful. I was unable to find a constant pain support as when he bended at different places, it was painful at different places and he continued. Fortunately, a nurse came in and told hem that he was needed to go somewhere. To my surprise, he muttered under his breath "s***" but loudly enough for me to hear.I do not expect such use of language from a doctor. Our teachers in school do not condone such language and this is not at all expected from a doctor. Also, the doctor was not at all gentle. I know he was rushing but he could have injured me more in the process.

After that, I was sent to have an x-ray. after taking the x-ray, I went back to the doctor. He studied the films from the x-ray and said that it was extremely serious and I had to go for an operation. I would also have to be out of PE for a minimum of nine months. That was such a shock to me and he called for a specialist to come down.

The specialist came down and told me that the doctor had seen the films wrongly and I only had a small fracture at the tip of my elbow. The doctor mistaked it for something else. I only had to be in a cast for 2 weeks. I heaved a sigh of relieve.

Unfortunately, who was to pay the $300 specialist consultation fee? My parents.

(This story is to be continued)