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Sick in India: When urban legends come true

From Santosh On 3 October 2007 View Comments

SickNo wireless Internet in this hospital room

I’m sure most NRIs, DBDs, ABDs – whatever you designation be, have come across numerous horror stories of health issues desi people encountered when they were on a short visit to India. I’ve been fairly lucky that I managed to dodge that bullet over the last 8 years. But the law of averages caught up bigtime this trip.

A few quick notes from my recent trip to an emergency room in India:

- When your stomach starts hurting so bad you take yourself to the E.R. be afraid, be very afraid.

- Why the f@#k, do doctors insist on pushing hard on a spot you told them hurts like hell?? Where’s the f@#king trust??

- When the hospital staff tells you the only available accomodation this late at night is in the general ward, be afraid, be very afraid.

- Bed bugs are the least of your problems in the general ward.

- Also a question to the guy in the bed across from me, why does your whole f@#king family have to stay there with you? Granted the hospital has a western-ishtyle toilet and running warm water to shower. But still, seriously dude/uncle, please leave your hordes of wives, sons, daughters, grandchildren, in-laws, mamas, bhanjas, chahcis – at home, or even better ask them to visit separately if possible, out of respect for your fellow patients.

- Sticking needles in your veins is no fun. I can’t believe some people do it just to get high.

- Healthcare is really affordable and flexible in India. When the doctor suggests CT scans and ultrasonograms without having to utter “have to check with insurance“, you know its the patients and doctors that are running the show and not some scumbag insurance companies.

Anyway after having a few breathless moments in anticipation of the test results, turns out it was some gastrointestinal thingy – no ruptured appendicitis(sic??) or spleen. I get to hang out at home over the next few days, eating bland food. So much for my dreams of “obligatory visits to relatives’ and friends’ homes which will be accompanied by copious amounts of kaapi, dosai, chai, samosas, chivda, jalebis, gulab jamuns and soft drinks enough to feed a few families in some sub-Saharan famine struck nations“.

Since I’m not really accustomed to the programming on the local cable channel, I guess I’ll be stuck watching naach-gaana clips on MTV and V, and reruns of blockbusters on Zee and Sony.

By the way, I made an absolutely amazing discovery on one of the TV channels – there are cowboys in Andhra Pradesh and Tamil Nadu, no kidding. Evidence shall be presented soon. Stay tuned. Jai Hind.

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  • Now you can consider yourself as a pukka NRI...get well soon, dude.
  • Girish
    Santosh,

    Wishing you a speedy recovery! Eagerly Waitin on that cowboy post.
  • what allopathy can’t cure I am sure Ekta Kapoor “serials” will remedy


    **Making a beeline for the general ward after watching one, for 5 minutes**
  • desiDiva
    Santosh -- what allopathy can't cure I am sure Ekta Kapoor "serials" will remedy....hope you feel better, take care.


    Karthik, My hubby feels the same way about US med that you do. But hubby's twin is a big shot doc in Mumbai and dude has access (at our wedding when 2 non-desi friends got stomach aches) --they were treated in "5-star" medical facilities. Damn -- I was so tired from the wedding preps, I felt like getting sick...

    US med vs desi med --healthcare discussions produce animated discussions in this home.
  • ok first of - get well soon, next looks like u landed in a hospital that was not at all comfortable to the least, but I don't think hospitals in India are the most dangerous places in the country (unlike USA)...trust me on this :), even though the report I cited was in '99, no major progress has been done (or proved yet) in spite of the efforts from the leapfrog group, the joint commission and others..

    And next, ask any telugu guy you know, the first 'telugu' cowboy was super star krishna or now better known as Mahesh Babu's dad, Mahesh Babu followed his dad's glory with his own cowboy movie featuring Bipasha basu and Lisa ray - two of my favorites then..they are kinda funny to watch, the movies I mean..the sets are copied from hollywood to a large extent...
  • The hospital experience was horrible and scary because it just felt like everyone I dealt with was power-tripping and I was not able to stroke the necessary egos because I asked too many questions for a 17-year-old.


    Well it's not just interns and docs who do not like being questioned, even peons. Here it is you getting all the information, there it is considered 'questioning' their knowledge and authority.

    What's funny is that I get pissed when I go see a doctor here. I normally go after giving my body a few days to fix it and only then do I make an appointment, yet they ask me to come back after a few days and I am like WTF.
  • DD,
    That's an awful experience you had right there. The hospital staff where I was admitted was quite helpful but I had a similar experience with an intern.

    Intern: Does it hurt when I press here?
    Me: Aaaahhhh, yes.
    Intern (pressing down harder): Does it hurt more now?
    Me: (speechless with pain, tears streaming down my face)
    Intern: So it hurts that much?
    Me: Yes (thinking to myself "of course you stupid f@#k, this would hurt even if I was not sick")

    Then he would smile and walk away content knowing I would be lying awake in mortal fear of his next visit and torture session.
  • shlok
    The resident ass of an intern was obviously wrong. How can you be an American princess, when you're a desiDiva?
  • desiDiva
    When I was 17-18 year old ABCD kid (worse than an NRI --the progeny of a NRI), tired of being coddled and sheltered in Bombay by all the aforementioned chachis, kakas, mamas, and mamis, etc and desperately missing my American freedom.

    I fought with all the above to go anywhere, somewhere alone (even if it meant going to buy those horrid soft drinks everyone insisted all Americans drink, such as double-cola, which I was obligated to enjoy because the billboard advertising said so)....

    Anyways the point being here on my virgin-travel-alone-mission to the store two buildings away from my dadaji's house --a "two-wheeler" literally hit me ---Anyways I don't know how it all went down but I was lying on a mumbai road, bleeding from various places, fully conscious of my pain, and unable to get up.

    Luckily the store owner where I was heading came out to witness the commotion along with the zillion people in the area and he contacted my family.

    We went to Harikisandas Hospital where the resident ass of an intern said I had superficial scrapings and when I complained I couldn't walk and asked if they do would an X-ray. He perceived I was being something of a smart-ass and I was told I didn't need an X-Ray and proceeded to push me into walking to prove to my relatives that I was just faking it and being an American princess

    Of course, I couldn't walk and was taken back home where I insisted on speaking to Mom and Dad in Philly. Mom's school friend a doc arranged for an Xray and I had two fractures on my left leg. I was in a cast for the entire summer in Mumbai without crutches -- I was told no one uses crutches in India?! I had at least a half-dozen hospital/clinic visits on that trip to Mumbai.

    The hospital experience was horrible and scary because it just felt like everyone I dealt with was power-tripping and I was not able to stroke the necessary egos because I asked too many questions for a 17-year-old.

    I love India. But that summer I was ready to hop all the way back home without crutches if I could have avoided even seeing the scolding medical staff at the hospital and clinic.

    I felt people were being extra mean because I was a wimpy American (i.e. I verbalized myself versus suffering in silence)--in my defense I neither threw tantrums or behaved Diva-ish --I just asked questions about my treatment and progress)

    In retrospect --it was an experience....I even lived through the familial joke 'Indian two-wheeler crashes with an American teenager' --the two-wheeler never stood a chance...funny.

    Life in India makes one stronger and one goes through a certain desentiziation, even if its just in the summer....
  • BTW Now you are an offical NRI stereotype


    Trust me I had enough people drop by and tell me I had "become American". Apparently only Americans gets sick in India :-)
  • shlok
    Dher sara adrak ka chai pilena, bhai ji. Sabh kuch dhik ho jaiga!

    That sucks dude. Get better soon.
  • BTW Now you are an offical NRI stereotype


    Yes yes.. Welcome to the club. I spent a week, forced to stay in bed at home in January worrying about some disease called Chikungunya! The disease was so widespread in Chennai at that point that it got featured in Tam movie soundtrack lyrics!
  • Dude...

    UD needs you, now take care ok.
  • Runa
    Aw Santosh,

    Buri nazar lag gayi !
    Get better soon !
    BTW Now you are an offical NRI stereotype :-)
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