I have been practicing the art of 'if you don't have anything nice to say...' and so I've had to take a bit of a break from blogging. I am dealing with my frustration of still being in the hotel, and eating hotel food...which is maybe great and fun and delicious for a week...and then it becomes over-salty, cold and tasteless. Perhaps we will be moving into our villa this week...perhaps not. Supposedly we have a delivery of a bedroom set and dining table on Wednesday (purchased at the lovely Home Centre)...but we'll wait and see until Wednesday comes. P has scheduled the delivery of the shipping container for Thursday, and we hope to be sleeping there on Friday, giving us the entire weekend to settle in...but again...I'm waiting to see.
Poor little A has missed her second Halloween. Last year, she was sick from her 3 month shots...and this year her costume was stuck in the shipping container, and we were in the hotel. There is not really any indication that Halloween is happening here. No costumes, nobody dressed up, no mass trick or treating in the malls. I heard that out in our future neighbourhood, A's little twin friends (they are twins...not friends of A who look like her) did some trick or treating door-to-door...but, nothing for us. I plan to take a day after we are settled, pull out her costume and take many pictures to send out to family and friends. At A's age, dressing her up is really more for our enjoyment anyways.
We have had our first experience with the health care system in AD. And we are giving it two thumbs up (so far so good, anyways). On Wednesday last week, I noticed that A wouldn't let me carry her in the usual straddling position. When I changed her diaper, I found what looked like a small blemish on her rear end. What made me nervous was the swollen mass that you could feel (loonie-sized) around it. So, I treated it with baby Polysporin (every mom needs some of that) and we soaked her in an epsom salt bath. The next day, there was little or no change, and that evening I made P look at it. Although A's personality remained quite chipper and happy, she had difficulty sitting and lying down, which made diaper changes and feeding nearly impossible. We continued our treatments, and then finally, on Saturday, the 'boil' (which is what we started calling it after some internet research) burst, and the blood must've freaked P out, as he insisted we pack A up and take her to the hospital.
This, in turn, freaked me out. We had read so much about the modern facilities here, but at this point in time, we (A and I) still don't have our health cards, and didn't know whether we should trust the medicine over here...what if they made things worse? P had looked up Al Noor Hospital, which had a very positive write up and was less than a block away from us. This surprised me, because I have walked the perimeter around our hotel, and I have never noticed a hospital. So, we were surprised when we walked toward the Abu Dhabi National Bank and looked up...way up...and saw that huge towering building beside it was the Al Noor Hospital, and not another office tower or apartment building. Cut us a break though. When we asked the worker from the Co-op (which I believe is in the same building?) where the hospital was, even he got confused. Luckily, someone overhead us on the street looking for the hospital, and sent us in the right direction (which was towards the BACK of the building...thank goodness this wasn't an emergency). So, we entered a very small and crowded room, with two elevators and a very helpful Filipino fellow who was directing traffic. As we were looking for Paediatrics, he sent us to the 2nd floor, where we encountered another reception area. After taking our 2nd right and then a left, we found our destination. We were lucky number 49, and our turn to speak to the receptionist in Peds came very quickly. As we had no health card for A, we provided her name, date of birth, a mobile number and her country of origin. That was all we needed. The secretary asked us which doctor we wanted to see, and as we didn't know who was good, we were happy to take anyone. Our primary concern, which we shared, was that the doctor be able to converse with us in English. We were assigned to Dr. Rim Al Choughri (one of about six doctors working) and sent off to wait some more.
The waiting room was very simple: chairs and more chairs. At some point in time, someone took it upon themselves to paint two murals (one with a very rudimentary Winnie the Pooh and friends) on two different walls. There were no toys, and no little 'play areas' for children (although there was a room set aside for nursing).
P and I didn't know what to expect. We knew we were 4th in the queue...but I had only seen one family go in and out of the Dr's office. Our biggest fear, as we heard the chest-rattling coughing echoing around us, was that A would come out of this room sicker than she was when we brought her in. Time was our enemy.
We were amazed then, when we heard the doctor herself call out for us. For two reasons really. The first: she pronounced A's name correctly...a feat that rarely happens in Canada. The second was how quickly we got in to see her. We showed her the 'boil' which she termed 'abscess'. Our heart rates both acclerated a little when she mumbled a little something about sending us up to surgery to have it drained. She must've noticed the paling of both our tanned complexions as she decided instead that she would attempt to drain it herself first, and advised us that if we needed to come back for further drainage, then we should go to surgery.
So, I held A down in the front and P held her legs. She was actually quite cooperative (even the Dr. commented on it) considering how uncomfortable she must've been feeling. She prescribed a 7 day course of oral antibiotics (Augmentin, which is amoxycillin) and an ointment called Fucidin. This was to help ensure that the infection did not spread. We were also given some alcohol wipes, and told that we could also drain the abscess if needed. She did not mention how A could've gotten this infection, but I have my suspicions that the daily visits to the pool had something to do with it.
Next we headed down to the Al Noor pharmacy on the main floor of the building. We were directed by a big sign that said "Prescription drop-off here", which lead to a small box (seriously) sitting on top of the counter. There were about 8 'pharmacists' (maybe...not sure...I hope so) working behind the counter. Minutes after P placed our form 'on top' (as per the written instructions on the box) we heard A's name (pronounced properly again) and we stepped up to receive her medications. There was no special counselling by the pharmacist, just hand-written directions of the box, and then BAM! We were out in the sunshine, heading back to our hotel.
The entire experience (including walking time) was about an hour and a half. Wow!
We paid 250 dirhams for the hospital visit and 40 dirhams for the medication (about $96 Cdn) for the whole adventure, which will hopefully be reimbursed by P's company (since their slow paced action is the reason we don't have our health care cards yet).
So...we get home and check out the meds. Seems that the oral medication comes in powdered form, and P and I have to mix it into a syrup (with water) ourselves. Is this what we pay our pharmacists the big bucks for back home, I wonder? And also...I am allergic to Penicillin (apparently had a very bad reaction as a baby in India), and what if A was too? I made sure that we gave her the first dose early in the afternoon, when P was still home, so that in case anything happened we could head on back to the Al Noor Hospital.
So...here I am with this little blip in A's health behind me (and knowing there's sure to be another one coming). The abscess is shrinking (without any home drainage), and the only negative side-effect of the meds so far is a 'runny' one (and I don't mean that A has become a sprinter).
A few things I've learned:
1. Epsom salts are not really salt (they are magnesium sulfate). Over here they are only sold in small 250 g containers (not big bags like in Canada) and they are used in treating constipation (not for soaking your tired worn muscles).
2. The Health Care system is pretty solid over here. That's always good when you have little ones.
3. No more swimming in the hotel pool.
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