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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driving with the kids is a big no-no (unless you’re in a rush and forgot to pick them up from school), feeding them out of date food and refraining for slapping other people’s children if they upset yours on the playground.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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Are your kids constantly ill, catching coughs, colds, chest infections…?

Since arriving home from the wonderful Matilda Hospital, and somehow surviving the last few weeks on nil sleep…. one thing I keep coming up against is the amount of times my twins are catching colds, chest & ear infections, croup, Roseola…the list goes on and on.  What have I noticed during this non-stop invasion of sickness in our home?  That when my healthy little munchkins go off to school, some arsehole is sending their VERY sick coughing/coldy kid into the same classroom as my 2 year olds.  That child then plays with everything mine do and invariably covers the entire play area in germs… before wiping his nose with his shirt or hand, to stop  the streaming bogies from hitting the floor.

Now WTF??!  Why do some parents think its OK to send their snotty nosed, coughing-up-phlegm, kid to school so they can infect everyone else’s children , and eventually their entire household??  When either of my children are even a little ill, I don’t send them to school to contaminate everyone else.  I keep them home and get them better. Yes, its a pain in the arse to be alone all day doing entertaining stuff with your children but I’d rather they were kept away from the endless germs mine pick up in HK playgroups.  Its really pissing me off.  A sick child must stay at home to recover and get better. NOT dragged out to a playgroup so they can make everyone else’s kids ill too.  Its not fair!!

I may even start naming and shaming on this site (actually forget that, I can’t handle all those ill people coming after me to fight their corner….too many germs floating around).  The point is this.  Since my children began playgroups and nursery, which they really love going to, they have been ill CONSTANTLY.  Yes yes, they’re twins so of course I’m bound to get it harder than some, but now we also have a new baby in the mix and the poor Lamb can be heard sneezing (kinda like a polite mouse) in her Moses Basket.  So now my 6 week old is sick too thanks to the constant germ invasion the schools, nurseries and playgroups like to pass around.

Sick_children : Flu Prevention Poster/Sign

In HK, my kids nursery in Tai Tam, have staff standing at the door taking everyones temperature and spraying sanitizer into everyones hands as we walk in.  Why O why, do they not stop those snotty nosed, eyes streaming with cold, clearly sick to their gills kids?   It is the schools responsibility to tell the parents/nanny to bugger off the minute they show up with a sick child.

Seriously?!  Its driving me mad.   I have written and spoken to the Principal at my twins school about this and yet still, despite letters home to all parents telling them to keep their kids away if they are sick, SOME people KEEP bringing them into school/playroom/parties/the clubs…just to get everyone else sick so we can wallow in their pain of endless nights awake checking temperatures, going to the Doctors and worrying ourselves to death.

We recently went to a 2 year olds birthday party (I drank my way through any booze I saw to numb the pain…despite judgmental glances from some tight arsed Mums) where a Mum from my kids nursery (a repeat offender), had her son basically spreading his germs EVERYWHERE.  Now, the Captain is not the most shy person and he actually turned around very loudly and stated quite clearly (for a cockney accent); “keep the kids away from that boy, he’s very ill”.  This was after her son had been coughing non-stop into my sons mouth.  As they are both only 2 years old, they don’t understand the shit that happens when they get ill ie. Mums life becomes hell.  Anyhow, The Captain then turned to the Mother of this germ infested kid and asked her why she brought him out to a kids party?!  Her response?  Her pearls of wisdom on this topic?  “What am I supposed to do? Keep him in all the time?”.  ERRR….yes you silly fucking selfish bitch.  Thats exactly what you should do so he can recover too.

Now thanks to her, my entire household has come down with an illness, including my 6 week old baby.  I just spent the evening at the Adventist Hospital (both mum & child dressed only in our PJ’s) who are consistently good in my book, and was told my daughter has a severe chest infection which we have to watch over the next day or two, otherwise she will be admitted to stay overnight.  SHES ONLY TWO YEARS OLD!!

(a) I can’t leave my baby alone overnight in a hospital, so I will be staying too, (b) my newborn baby at home has barely seen me these last few days as Im trying to keep the germs away from her, and therefore she has now started calling our Helper “Mamma”, (c) my son also has an ear infection (picked up from his playgroup buddy) and is ill at home. He’s got a bad temper at the moment so we’re all tiptoeing around him and trying to knock him out with drugs until he feels better.  The Captain, is out of the country.  Sooo…after explaining all of this to a Doctor, who I think fell asleep mid explanation, I decided to come home and wait it out. Which means nil sleep for me tonight while I constantly check temperatures on my 3 kids and pray we all make it outta this hell!!

A glass of white wineI cannot wait for the next few weeks to be over, and then I will return to drinking and having some bloody fun if it kills me.  I want nights out with the girls, getting drunk and falling off bars from dancing in my too high heels.  I want to get arrested and call the Captain giggling from  a Chinese Police Station for being so drunk I forgot where I lived and fell asleep in someones tent under the HSBC building in Central.  I want to go dancing in my highest sexiest heels until I can’t dance any more, and I want to fit into my old clothes NOW.  Not in 6 weeks. NOW!!  (nb. the baby weights almost gone. Just 6 more lbs…which are stubborn little bastards to get rid of).  I want to have sleep again, go out drinking until the sun comes up. Sleep all day and order takeaway from my bed.  Why can’t I do any of this??  BECAUSE I HAVE 3 KIDS (4 if you include the man-child Captain).  The guilt alone never lets me stay out past 3am.  But watch this space….

And in the meantime, what will I do next time I see someone at school with a sick child, I will (a) smile politely and strap masks to my kids faces HK style while saying VERY loudly “DO NOT GO ANYWHERE NEAR THOSE INFECTED CHILDREN” or, (b) turn around and have my kids miss a morning of playtime because some Mutha  fkr insisted on bringing her sick kid to playgroup.  I’ll then wage a silent war on this cow which will involve me turning up at her home with all three of my sick children in tow, just to drop something off and infect her entire house.

BEST DOCTORS ON THE SOUTH SIDE & CENTRAL

I would highly recommend going to Dr Thondup at Bank of America Tower for the kids.  He’s an absolute Magician and knows how to interact with any child.  He also gives Injections in a way  that the children have no idea its actually been done.  I wish he would do my shots too!

Dr. Sophia Kennelly is based in Repulse Bay Medical Centre and she is also my favourite GP and is also hugely helpful with the kids too.

For emergencies though, like this evening, The Adventist Hospital is quick and efficient.  Theres rarely been long waiting times there of more than 15 minutes.  I was in and out (with scans too) within an hour.  Heres hoping our home will be free of illness next week! Otherwise, I’m going back on the alcohol wagon ….just to take the edge of this hell.

FAMILY VISITORS

My Mothers words of wisdom to me about the whole sickness debacle, before she headed back to the UK this morning were: “This is real life my Darling, just reeeeelaxxxxx & don’t drink too much”.  I almost punched her which was kinda hard as I was holding her ankles and begging her not to leave me in this hell.  The poor cow has had the worst holiday in HK due to our entire home being ill and my own mum getting a horrendous flu.  She must have been gaging to leave!  The minute her Car arrived to pick her up for the airport, she sprinted to her seat , buckled up faster that Ive seen her move all holiday, while shouting “Go Go Go!!!” in Chinese to the Driver.

Im home from the hospital….lucky me

What can I say?  I’m home.

Tired?  Yep. Dreaming of nothing but sleep & wine?  Yep.  Wondering how the hell I’m going to make it through the next few months…yep, yep, friggin YEPPPPPP!!!  Gina Ford was clearly on acid, or had a night nurse/rich Daddy.

The Captain keeps pointing out that I have “2 domestic helpers”  to assist with the kids. Can I point out that those “helpers” have burnt EVERYTHING, accidentally killed our goldfish “Dorothy” by putting hot water instead of cold in her fish bowl, let both my kids almost drown in Bali (until I jumped into the pool (4 months preg), forgot to turn off the gas, water, lock the doors etc.  Yes… I feel sooo safe leaving my kids with, well, two adults who resemble grown children.  Two Helpers does not a mother make.

For those of you who struggle with (a) guilt, (b) guilt, and (c) guilt for not spending enough time with your family … leaving your kids to helpers just isn’t a 24 hour option. Unless you want a totally spoilt brat for a child (which was not in the IVF/my life brochure), also, I’m fucking strict.  I’ve read sooo many books on parenting that its coming out my arse.

Be strict, don’t be strict, tell them “no”, accept “yes”….bla bla bla.  I recently had my son (aka “Satan”) walk from our car to our apartment without one of his shoes on last weekend (the Captain was repulsed & yet managed to bite his lip, despite his OCD when it comes to “dirt”) because my son insists on taking them off every car journey.  He also has selective language skills. ie. some days English, some days, nothing at all but he can rely on his twin sister to answer for him anytime.   My boy is lazy, manipulative and super bright when he chooses to be.  He also knows how to sort the weak from the strong .  He’s already done it at home with our Helpers and family which means, Im the only one giving him any discipline as everyone else falls for his doey eyed brown long lashes…cheeky genius.  Why do I have no patience with this?  That said, he’s NEVER taken his shoes off in the car since.  I have THREE brothers…. they all did the same thing.  Attention was needed all the time and I was left on the side line.

I’m also surprised at how quickly I fell in love with our new arrival.  I honestly thought that after months of feeling very negative while pregnant (apparently this was due to hormones to test my marriage & all those vows) which I have never EVER experienced, considering I’m a generally unbalanced weekend alcoholic (some days although this book I’m reading has curbed the alcohol. Disturbingly). I was worried I wouldn’t “bond” and would blame our new arrival for, well…. anything.  I read the book “We need to talk about Kevin” when it first can out…. I worried recently that I was going to experience the same shit.  Was I going to really dislike this child?  Did she ruin my life (although I hated HK already)?

I know when you’re pregnant, you’re body does crazy things and you feel tired. Once you give birth, you can feel very alone and absolutely shattered.  I look at the Captain sometimes, begging him to just “stay” with me when he heads off to work.  Something that would never happen were we at home in London. I’m clearly tired and I’m also aware of being on my own. My friends at home…well… they would know to just show up and keep an eye on me (thats having a history for you).   Living abroad is tough.  I dont miss London, but, I miss my girlfriends.

Anyhow, how had I forgotten the sheer exhaustion us new mums feel?  I swear I see rainbows and leprechauns most mornings when I’m feeding our new-born monkey, yes minus acid pills/magic mushrooms/any other pain killer.  I’m knackered at the best of times but now, bloody hell!!  I can’t even speak or leave the house, just because that would involve interacting with the outside world while I look like total and utter shite.  Tracksuit bottoms and X large T-Shirts are my wardrobe.

I dont want to brush my hair (good thing I got that Brazilian blow-dry on Groupon before I gave birth), I would like to brush my teeth (Captain insists on that one due to halitosis that has suddenly appeared), I dont want to get changed out of my maternity Winnie the Pooh night-dress (the only thing that fits me and, well lets face it, it’s fucking comfortable).  Also, I had a C section which means, I’m in AGONY at the mo.   Even with the drugs, which, if I’m honest, are not like the ones I could get in the UK, it’s not enough.  I think they regulate stuff here 😦  I’m tired, angry, twitchy (which means I want to fight non stop), nothing fits me (ie. maternity wear is too big and my old clothes too tight).  It’s really depressing.  I don’t know what I expected this time round but… well…. I expected to sleep & …. quick weight loss at least!

Too posh to push you think? Nope. Too terrified is more like it and as nature would kindly have it, if I were to attempt birth via the usual, alleged natural, route, I would be wearing sexy incontinence pants forever (stick that in your judgemental pipe and smoke it “Miss I want kids naturally. Why don’t you?”).  I’ve had discussions with some really annoying people who have asked me “why not give birth naturally?”

These are the same annoying people who want to give birth in a swimming pool with dolphins and sing songs about love every night to their newborn while sharing beds 24 hours a day, as well as saliva.  Fuck off!!  Errrr…. hello!  You’re the same women, BEGGING for an epidural when the reality of pain hits you!!  Miss “I want to do this naturally”, is suddenly, “Miss Give me everything you’ve got” when the shit hits the fan. Yes, I’m going to judge you. Cheeky sods.  Stop telling me what to do. It really annoys me…and, I’m sorry, BUT, you don’t make better mothers. You don’t. In fact, you’re the annoying one’s I’m praying my son doesn’t knock up.  That’ll be an interesting conversation as no one even knows how the THE CAPTAIN will respond. I’m, for the record…. NORMAL.

Seriously, how does anyone have the right to ask you how you chose to give birth? SERIOUSLY? How judgemental are you to ask?  And… really …. just piss off.  If I wanted to give birth in a cave, in Pok Fu Lam, (West HK – dont think there are any?!), with a yogi as my guide and a Domestic Helper to pull the baby out, who are YOU to tell me thats not right?  I swear, it’s driving me mad how EVERYONE has an opinion on what you should do and when you should do it.  Because their way is clearly the right way?  No it isn’t!! Nothing in life is the right way.  Just do it your way.  Always.  Fuck everyone else. They know sod all in any event.

What do I miss about my pregnancy?  Zilch, nil, bubcus, zero, niente… nothing!!   If you mean, do I miss feeling like a fat cow and arguing non-stop with my husband because I was being, and I quote, “disgusting”, then nope. I dont miss one second of this pregnancy.  The Captain told me I was a different person. Not something you want to hear when you’re going through a shitty phase as it is. If only men knew how SHIT it could be.  It’s a weird kinda life where you don’t care who you are anymore. Very odd.

What do I miss post baby?  The Matilda Hospital, AKA, the Four Seasons for new Mums everywhere.  This Hospital AKA “Hotel”, should be in every country.

I swear all mums should go and spend a week somewhere like the Matilda.  Somewhere where you order your meals, they take the baby away for feeding, and you get to sleep.  Ahhh… I was devastated when I left (as was the Captain when he picked up the worlds BIGGEST medical bill). Also, I met some lovely people by default.. especially the nurses.  There was ONE night nurse who quickly became my have.  This woman would turn up and offer me legal drugs without judgement. I LOVED her.  Some nurses do judge but not this one.  I have about 5 photos with her when I left.  Everyone thought mine was the crazy “tidy” room (I’m super tidy).  People would walk in and be like “Have you been cleaning?”…yes…I’m ashamed to say, I put my shoes away in a cupboard with my jacket and I put my stuff away.  How messy are you people?!  Seriously!!?

It’s no wonder the rich and famous have their kids there.  I’m neither but, its where us ex-pats have our kids dahling. Who am I to argue with that?  On arriving at the Hotel Matilda, we were given a menu on which room options I had for my 5 night package.  If I shared with 2 or 4 others, well, the bill would have been much smaller. BUT, the Captain, being the big girls blouse that he is (i wouldn’t have argued actually), said “No. You have your own room as I wouldn’t want to share”. I buttoned my lip there and then, looked at the twins and thought, “yeh…fuck it! I’m tired””. Also, I’m alone.  I felt that this time round, even with wonderful friends turning up to show me some love.  I felt sad. I wanted my friends from home and my Mum.  I’m clearly quite simple.

Let me give you an example of what I was missing after leaving …. view photos below before I continue my wonderful tale.

And photo number 2 of my wonderful bedroom.

And err…number 3…my club sandwich during lunch. What a wondrous, fabulous place this Matilda is…

The photo below is a my view from my BALCONY (hahahaaaaaa) at night.  I was in bed by 9pm most nights.  Bloody amazing.

The above is a daytime view which was sometimes sooo cloudy, you couldn’t see bugger all.  I didn’t care though… I was staying at the Matilda Hospital (& the now very poor Captain has the bills to prove it!) That said, people who live in the Peak must be walking around on clouds (literally).  The roads are windy, the views obscured by clouds and well, you’re miles away from anything.  Then again, I hate leaving the house if I can help it, so maybe it just felt that way.  Plus the morphine and various drugs helped me forget a lot of things.  Everyone, en route up to La Matilda (Le/La…I’m not sure which?), was walking a dog and had a Rolex.  RICH.

Anyhow, hopefully, you get the picture.  I spent 5 days in absolute Mummy Heaven (in fact, that sounds like a club I used to go to in Kings Cross where you did pills I couldn’t handle and went home in a cab you were afraid of).  Good times.  HK…I’m still not in love with it BUT, I will say this.  I’m now 35 (yes, old goat), and I still feel 25. I have 3 kids and thankfully a bloke I love.  He understands me and I LOVE THAT.

Baby No.3  WELCOME.

MATILDA.  YOU ARE WONDERFUL.

Legal drugs. Even better.  Nurses who don’t judge… you are my favourites.

ps. The Matilda… I lied when I said I needed more morphine.

Useful Emergency Doctors, Hospitals, Clinics

Emergency Private Hospital Numbers

  • Adventist Hospital – 2574 6211  – 40 Stubbs road, Happy Valley
  • Canossa Hospital – 2522 2181  – 1 Old Peak road, Mid-Levels
  • HK Baptist Hospital – 2339 8888  – 222 Waterloo road, Kowloon Tong
  • Matilda Hospital – 2849 0111  – 41 Mount Kellet road, The Peak
  • HK Sanitorium & Hospital – 2572 0211  – 2 Village road, Happy Valley

24 hour Emergency Doctors

DOCTORS DIRECT 6506 0250 

Mobile medical practice with Expat doctors offering home or office visits.

16/F, Hing Wai Building, 36 Queen’s Road Central, Hong Kong

Email: info@doctorsdirect.com.hk

* Call out charge is approx. $2500 HKD

Clinics

BYRNE, HICKMAN & PARTNERS 

Byrne & Hickman are a Physiotherapy and Sports Injury Centre with practices spread around Hong Kong.  They have a number

of international doctors working for them, all highly qualified Physiotherapists.

Central 2526 7533 

Room 201 Dina House, Ruttonjee Centre, 11 Duddell Street, Central, Hong Kong

Admiralty 2521 3531 

Shop 106 Hutchison House, 10 Harcourt Road, Admiralty, Hong Kong

Shatin 2604 4388 

Rm 621-622, 6/F Citylink Plaza, No 1 Railway Circuit, Shatin, New Territories, Hong Kong

DRS NICHOLSON & ASSOCIATES 2525 1251

Room 402B New World Tower , 18 Queens Road, Central, Hong Kong

 

DRS OWENS, TRODD & PARTNERS (OTP) 

Practice of Ex-pat and o/s trained Doctors, incl specialists – OB/GYN, Paediatrician, Psychiatrist  (female doctor available) 

Central 2521 3181 

5/F Century Square, 1 D’Aguilar Street, Central, Hong Kong

Wanchai 2824 9112 

Room 1501-3 Shui On Centre, 6-8 Harbour Road, Wan Chai, Hong Kong

Repulse Bay 2813 1978 

Shop 205 The Repulse Bay, 109 Repulse Bay Rd, Repulse Bay

New Territories 2719 6366 

The Bay Practice

1/F Razor Hill Dairy Farm Shopping Centre, Clearwater Bay Rd

Kowloon (TST) 2367 3011 

Room 608,  6/F Hong Kong Pacific Centre28 Hankow Road, Tsimshatsui, Kowloon

Discovery Bay 2987 5633 

Shop 108, Block B, Discovery Bay Plaza, Discovery  Bay, Lantau Island

Southside Family Health Centre 2592 9000 

1/F, 2H, South Bay Road, Repulse Bay, Hong Kong

DR SALLY FERGUSON 2824 9112 

Obstetrician/Gynaecologist

Room 1501 Shiu On Centre, 8 Harbour Road, Wanchai

DR RAYMOND YIU-TUNG FOK 2882 7199 

Chiropractor

5/Floor Room 501-503, McDonald’s Building, No. 46-54 Yee Wo Street

Causeway Bay, Hong Kong

http://www.spinehealing.com

DR DESMOND FUNG 2868 9393 

Psychiatrist

Suite 17, 1/F New Henry House, 1 Ice House Street, Central, Hong Kong

DR David Ho  2523 7998 

Specialist in Otorhinolaryngology

Ear, Nose & Throat Centre of Hong Kong , Room 811, Central Building, 1-3 Pedder Street, Central, Hong Kong

 

DR STEPHEN HUI 2526 5556 

Paediatrician

Unit 602-603, Fairmont House, Admiralty, Hong Kong

DR Y. Y. KWOK 2523 9515 

Orthopaedic Surgeon

Room 531 Central Building, 11 Pedder Street, Central, Hong Kong

DR RONALD LEUNG 2523 5995 

Dermatologist

Room 610 Tak Shing House, 20 Des Voeux Road, Central, Hong Kong

DR WENDY LO 2530 3800 

Family Medicine Specialist

Room 2002, 20/F Eubank Plaza, 9 Chiu Lung Street, Central, Hong Kong

DR IAIN MacROBERT 2526 9120 

Opthalmologist

Room 1419 Prince’s Building, 10 Chater Road, Central, Hong Kong

DR ROBERT MIDDLETON 28690789

Gastroenterologist

Room 501, Prince’s Building, 10 Chater Road, Central, Hong Kong

DR JOSEPH PANG 2526 7633 

Paediatrician

Room 901 Hing Wai Building, 36 Queen’s Road, Central, Hong Kong

 

DR LOUIS SHIH 2810 7888 

Dermatologist

Room 1102, Manning House, 48 Queen’s Road, Central, Hong Kong

DR JOHN SIMON  2521 2567 

Specialist in Internal Medicine

1501 Prince’s Building, 10 Chater Road, Central, Hong Kong

DR ROBERT STEVENSON 2537 7281 

Gynaecologist

13/F, Hing Wai Building, 36 Queen’s Road Central, Central, Hong Kong 

 

DR MICHAEL TSANG 2523 3941 

Psychologist

Unit A, 10/F On Hing Building, Central, Hong Kong

 

DR NORRIS TSANG 2525 0178 

Ophthalmologist

Unit 401 Hing Wai Building, 36 Queen’s Road, Central, Hong Kong

DR SHELL FEAN WONG  2368 2333 

Obstetrician/Gynaecologist

Femina Health 4D Ultrasound Prenatal Diagnosis & Treatment Centre,

Suite 706, Grand Centre, 8 Humphrey Avenue,  Tsim Sha Tsui, Kowloon

Alice Ho Miu Ling Nethersole Hospital 11 Chuen On Road, Tai Po, NT 2689 2000 24 hours
Caritas Medical Centre 111 Wing Hong Street, Shamshuipo, KLN 3408 7911 24 hours
Kwong Wah Hospital 25 Waterloo Road, KLN 2332 2311 24 hours
North District Hospital 9 Po Kin Road, Sheung Shui, NT 2683 8888 24 hours
Pamela Youde Nethersole Eastern Hospital 3 Lok Man Road, Chai Wan, HK 2595 6111 24 hours
Pok Oi Hospital Au Tau, Yuen Long, NT 2486 8000 24 hours
Prince of Wales Hospital 30-32 Ngan Shing Street, Shatin, NT 2632 2211 24 hours
Princess Margaret Hospital 2-10 Princess Margaret Hospital Road, NT 2990 1111 24 hours
Queen Elizabeth Hospital 30 Gascoigne Road, KLN 2958 8888 24 hours
Queen Mary Hospital 102 Pokfulam Road, HK 2255 3838 24 hours
Ruttonjee Hospital 266 Queen’s Road East, Wan Chai, HK 2291 2000 24 hours
St. John Hospital Cheung Chau Hospital Road, Tung Wan, Cheung Chau. 2981 9441 24 hours
Tseung Kwan O Hospital No. 2 Po Ning Lane, Hang Hau, Tseung Kwan O 2208 0111 24 hours
Tuen Mun Hospital 23 Tsing Chung Koon Road, Tuen Mun, NT 2468 5111 24 hours
United Christian Hospital 130 Hip Wo Street, Kwun Tong, KLN 3513 4000 24 hours
Yan Chai Hospital 7-11 Yan Chai Street, Tsuen Wan, NT 2417 8383 24 hours