27 August 2010

I’ve entered the building, the walls are grey, the white-purple color of the fluorescent lamps  are only making the hall look cloudier. There is blue seats along the corridor, everybody is seating there, getting quiet while I pass them. I wear my white robe and the hospital working tag, the look in their eyes, is giving me the feel that im dr. house who came to find relief to their diseases. The smell of illness combined with cooked Chinese herbs and urine is filling the air. I walk upstairs to the second floor, entering the room, the doctor seats in his chair, 2 interns is writing the prescriptions he decide on, the patient is seating in front of him, my translator and I are also seating beside the patient, and the next 10 people in line are standing, surrounding us, listening to everything the patient have to say. So you can do the math, 16 people, 1 small room, in the middle of the summer, no A\C.   Welcome to the hospital… ☺

The experience is amazing, no shyness, no private, no one laughing on the other (beside the time everybody laughed at me for writing with my left hand…) . You get the vibe that all the Chinese people are unit. Everyone got his place, and no one feels the other is better than him or getting better treatment. and above all, no one is in hurry to anywhere. Im not worried, I’ve still have enough time to figure it out...