When it rains, its really pisses down

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I am sooo fucking angry right now.  Thanks to months of catching coughs and colds, as well as various other viral illnesses from her playgroup, my gorgeous little girl (AKA “the favourite” according to The Captain), is in Hospital. This, I believe, is all thanks to some arsehole of a mother taking her sick child to playgroup and infecting my entire household.  Not only is Favourite child ill, but so is my son and newborn baby (who we keep forgetting about as she’s soo quiet. oops).

Why do some people think its acceptable to just rock up with their sick toddlers and infect everyone around them?!  It’s really pissed me off.  Not only that, but we have been in and out of hospital & Doctors, for the last week, until my daughter was admitted yesterday.  Where are we?  The Matilda Hospital, in a VIP suite as they’d run out of normal rooms.  If it was just me in hospital, this would actually be a welcome break from the chaos of my home, but as it’s for my little girl, I’m gutted to be back here. Plus I can’t sit around drinking wine to pass the time as I doubt the Doctors will approve of my parenting skills (although my daughter would have hours of entertainment because I’m clearly hilarious when drunk).

Those of you who live in Hong Kong will no doubt be aware of the prescription medication that is given freely for any ailment.  I personally like to ask for as many sleeping pills, painkillers and Valium as I can get before they cut me off.  In fact, I’ve even made up claims of depression, insomnia and emotional issues of various kinds just so I can get the legal drugs.  Hey, its my life so stop fucking judging me!  However, when it comes to our children, us parents tend to err on the side of caution.  Things like drink driving with the kids is a big no-no (unless you’re in a rush and forgot to pick them up from school), feeding them out of date food and refraining for slapping other people’s children if they upset yours on the playground.

Anyhow, when our daughter began getting symptoms of a bad chest infection, I went to see our local GP, who is great. She prescribed some antibiotics but asked to see her again in a couple of days as her oxygen levels weren’t up to scratch. Well, by that evening, her temperature had shot up to over 39.4 and after shitting myself, I drove us both to the Hospital in our PJ’s….. me in a silk negligee with maternity jeans and my daughter in her Cinderella PJ’s with matching tiara (what can I say, we like to make an entrance).  All joking aside, the poor little tinker was in a terrible state and the Doctor on call ordered X-rays which confirmed her serious chest infection.  The following day showed no improvement and we ended up back at the Hospital to see their pediatrician on call.  Nb. As it’s the Easter Holidays, everyone has buggered off in HK and our own paediatrician (Dr Thondup – who I love & is a bloody good laugh) is away until next week.

So, in walks this “pediatrician” (I write him in quotes as I’m not quite sure if he really was, because he was complete and utter shite). This guy, who was approximately 15 years old (ok, 35) and dressed from head to toe in designer gear (the Dolce & Gabbana logo printed across his shirt was a big give-away…so fucking tacky)… really annoyed me from the minute he opened his gob.

For a start, I couldn’t understand half the crap that was coming out of his mouth because he kept talking about case studies and basically quoting things he had clearly just studied from books. His accent also resembled Fraanks from the film, Father of the Bride.  I kept asking him to repeat what he was saying as it just wasn’t making any sense to me and for a while I thought I was just being a dumbass for not understanding. He then started to explain to The Captain & I (while our twins ran around causing havoc and trying to break anything they could get their hands on), what he thought was wrong with our daughter.

After approximately 45 minutes of him  droning on and using the word “OK” during EVERY single sentence, I stood up and said I needed to go home.  The Captain, in the meantime, looked at this Doctor and after his long diagnosis said, “So…errr… I’m confused. What exactly is wrong with our child?? Does she have asthma, pneumonia, an infection?! What??”

T he Doctor decided this was now a time to start drawing diagrams and asked the Captain if he had done biology in school.  What a fucking twat.  By this stage, the twins were going insane with boredom (as was I) and we had no faith in this guys diagnosis.  He then prescribed antibiotics (knowing full well our daughter was already on a different batch given by our GP), as well as then telling us, she would be at risk going home because her lungs could collapse.  Basically, this absolute imbecile scared the shit out of us.  We left the hospital and vowed to run if ever we got that idiot again.

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We then went home and sat watching our daughter like she was a ticking time bomb that could go off any minute.  I also got fuck all sleep that night and was ready to start using all my prescription pills if necessary to numb the pain, as alcohol was out of the question in case I had to drive to a Hospital again.

The next day, I went back to my own GP and within 30 minutes of her doing normal tests associated with chest infections (checking oxygen levels, taking swabs for influenza etc), she was on the phone to a top paediatrician (Dr Mark Chan) and had us admitted into hospital that day.  What a wonderful lady and a true professional. She did not scare the crap out of us, like the idiot we had seen the day before. Nor did she start drawing diagrams and talking about case studies performed in the US back in 1968.  She spoke in layman’s terms and I knew we were in safe hands.  If I was a lesbian, she would definitely be in my top 5 shag list.

The moral of my brief tale. Get a second and third opinion if something doesn’t seem 100%. Just because they are Doctors does not necessarily mean they are always right (negligence cases prove that) but also as a parent, go with your instinct.  We are now getting the right care in Hospital and my little girl is starting to recover her strength thanks to an IV drip and oxygen.

I on the other hand, will be needing some serious booze and drugs to recover from this latest episode.

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About Sharzad Hime-Michaels

A (40++) Punk “wannabe”. SW15 London born/bred, Kind (‘ish), Strict (normal) “parent“ of 3 children under 18 (twins included). Divorced. A great cook. Shockingly argumentative after 9pm on a Monday evening...

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