We were 10 days into our trip to Cambodia, Josh & I decided to visit the war museum in Siem Reap (seeing as we both read First They Killed My Father & were intrigued about Cambodia’s reign under the Khmer Rouge).
We arrived there at approx 11am, paid the $10 each for entry and then were greeted by our guide. We were only about 15 minutes in when I was woken by the sound of “Hayley, Hayley, wake up” – bit strange as I thought I was in a dream, but subsequently had knocked myself unconscious from collapsing from a bench to the concrete floor.
Hmmm. Not good. Josh helped me up from the floor, where I still felt incredibly weak, and my right arm felt abit weird. Josh had asked the guide if he could please get me some water, so I had a few sips and then was taken to an air-conditioned room near the entrance of the museum. This room felt as though I had entered heaven – so different from the furnace outside the building.
We both sat in this room for a little while, with a bloke in military uniform who spoke very limited English. I soon realised that I could barely move my arm – something was wrong.
Next stop – hospital – The Royal Angkor International Hospital. Not before we were chased by the guide for the $2 he wanted for the bottle of water I had – we thought this was quite cheeky as we’d not long paid the $20 entry that we obviously wouldn’t be completing, but we paid up and were on our way to the hospital.
Getting into the Tuktuk was an issue, the pain was shooting through my shoulder as I tried to plonk myself on the seat as carefully as possible. Luckily the hospital was literally round the corner, so only a minute or so of horrific roads to endure.
The tuktuk driver handed us a 10% off card, which we appreciated afterwards – the hospital was ludicrously priced. It seems tuktukers out here literally get commission from everything – including the medical attention I received! Crazy.
So we entered the hospital, Josh filled out the necessary forms they required (as I’m right handed I couldn’t write), and off we went through to see the doctor. The bill so far amounts to $145 .
I had my blood pressure taken, which they told me was pretty low (92/50 something) and we were taken into another room. Here the doctor examined my shoulder & told us he’d need to take X-Rays…. Brilliant.
Josh helped me to get undressed (I’d worn possibly the tightest bra EVER on that day and instantly regretted it!), and changed into a kimono. They took me into another room where I had to sit like a waddling penguin (arms straight both sides hands flat out) whilst they took X-rays. I then got changed and back to see Dr Cambodia.
Now for the news neither of us wanted. It was a break of the clavicle, acromial end… With seperation and overlapping of the bone. Beautiful.
There was more to come… I need an operation to rectify it. Bloody marvellous! Just what I’ve always wanted – an operation in a hospital where they speak very little English – in a third world country.
The doctor said he would do it there and then, I point blank refused – not a hope in hell I was having it done, not without talking to our insurers and at least googling the hospital first! So, I asked the doc for pain relief & we then left him and went to pay the bill.
The doctor had prescribed me tablets (10) called Celebrex, for a ridiculous price of $45 USD – so expensive! We then were handed the bill (which included a 10% discount)… 347.50 USD. You haven’t read that wrong, this was the price we paid to see the doctor for all of fifteen minutes, have two X-rays and be given 10 tablets. An absolute rip-off – we could only begin to imagine what he operation would have cost.
We then left the hospital, struggled back into the tuktuk, and back on our way to Hak’s House Hostel.
After at least 20 minutes of what can only be seen as off-roading in a tuktuk, we were back at the hostel – our home for the next few nights.
Onto the insurance company we got.
To be continued…
Broken Clavicle – my $200 X-ray!