So it’s been one of those weeks in deep dark China, where our family needed a visit to the local GP….
Winter lurgies and all are upon us… and after a 20 hour journey from the sunny skies Down Under, to the rather chilly (make that freaking freezing) minus temps of Xi’an — we’re a bit under the weather (literally)!
Of course a local GP is not something we’ve managed to acquire just yet in our short sojourn, so desperate for some TLC, we hesitantly put the call out for an English speaking doctor in town. (I’m told they are few and far between.)
Thankfully Little Miss Hotelier’s school gave us the lowdown and the next morning we were whisked off to a hospital on the other side of town for a general consultation.
Turns out general doctor’s clinics as we know in the West are not so common here – got a minor ailment like a cold, the flu, a bug, it’s off to hospital, pronto!
Most local Chinese people (children included) will immediately opt for the “injection” which is not as lethal as it sounds. Sources tell me it’s a drip containing antibiotics. One hit and you’re done, no take-home tablets….no medicine! Talk about hardcore.
Sounds quite tempting if you ask me, but has left me wondering why the western world hasn’t taken up this ‘super injection’ in the fight against ill health?‘ Is there a method in their madness? Stay tuned. Or if you know, please let me know!
So into the hospital we go (picture ‘old fashioned, 1950’s grandeur’) we are registered at reception and escorted by rather glamorous ladies in uniform (looking more like chic flight attendants) to our doctor’s room. A rather sparse but cosy retro style abode….looking anything but clinical (not a stethoscope in sight)!
I hold my breath….as we begin to explain why we are there.
With our trusty ‘ever patient personal translator’ in tow for the event, it was a little easier to communicate with our doctor whose English, to be fair… was pretty good! But if you want to go into any sort of detail about your aches and pains, be prepared to launch into a quick game of charades.
I must be getting good at waving my arms around frantically in some sort of translatable gestures, because he soon got the gist and got down to business giving my girl the once over.
Then with a click of his heels, he was off, leaving us to wait in his room for.. about 20 minutes while he “collected” the drugs.
I began to wonder if he was ever coming back or I missed something in translation and we were meant to see ourselves out. But finally he comes back medicine in hand… (a well known global brand of antibiotics, for the record). Having been able to purchase Amoxicillian antibiotics over the road at the local chemist without a prescription, the jury is out on their authenticity and thus, their effectiveness, so I was relieved to have these babies in my clutches.
Excitedly, the doctor tells us how good it is to practice his English with his bevy of international patients and does us the courtesy of walking us all the way to the check out, three floors down, all the while chatting incessantly in Mandarin and English,while I frantically try to keep up!
His spirits buoyed even more when I tell him my husband works at the Westin hotel, he promises to invite us to many “events”….
What’s a new girl in town to do? “Count me in!” I hear myself saying! Fanciful (and most probably farcical) thoughts cross my mind of mingling with Xi’an’s rich and famous at future medical soirees!
Then he practically walks us to our car.….. this is certainly a new kind of medical experience, with some very personal patient service going on. (In Australia, GP’s are so flat out, you’re lucky if they open the door for you on the way out!)
A couple of days later my ‘lurgy’ is not budging, so I want to get some better medicine…. did I mention this doctor has text me each day to see how my small person is? It seems I have a direct line to Doctor Who so I easily make an appointment via a text message to him.
Now that’s service huh! (As long as I don’t get stuck in the Tardis!)
This time I brave it without a translator, confident we can get through a simple consultation. (There’s always charades right?)
And we do….then he tells me in his broken English he thinks I am very ‘charming’ (must be the charades)! I grimace not sure how he’s reached this conclusion given I am not really saying too much apart from my throat hurts!! and ‘elegant’ (again, I wonder about this observation, given I am in puffer jacket with flat boots and dirty hair – don’t get me started on the one. single. pair of boots I have been wearing while I wait for our belongings to arrive!) Never thought I’d be desperate for some high heels! (Ok, slight exaggeration… given heels are my achilles heel, ‘desperate’ about now, is probably an understatement!)
So I smile and give a ‘xie xie’ (thank you) as he asks if he can have a photo. I smile meekly again thinking he will forget soon enough…..brushing it off with a vague nod.
But once we’ve paid and swapped language tips, we are suddenly standing in the middle of the rather large, lavish (hospital need I remind you) foyer and the camera is whipped out as one of the staff members is beckoned over to take our picture. Mr Doctor in his white coat, me in my rather daggy, early morning school drop off jeans and jumper. (FYI “daggy” is Australian for “uncool!”)
Out of the corner of my eye, I spy another staff member slyly moving in with her phone for a happy snap of me and my new friend.
(A hospital foyer it may be, I think — but better than the underground subway on a Sunday, bursting at the seams with people and having a woman run up through the crowds yelling “Welcome to China” “Can I have your photo!?!”) Oh to be the foreign species.
Again, I’m escorted to the car park by Mr Doctor, telling me to ‘please come again.’ For the record I’m hoping a doctor’s visit is not a regular occurrence but I smile and nod. He adds, if I’ve got time, pop in and we can practice our English and Chinese (I’m guessing I don’t need to be under the weather for this event)! Would I make an appointment?
He stands at the hospital entrance, waving me off like a long lost friend, who’s just been to his house for Sunday lunch!
I giggle to myself as we drive off from the doctors….. service with a smile!
This is China.
Ps, Very happy to send this crazy post over to Seychelles Mama for her series on My Expat Family. Just click the picture.
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Ersatz Expat says
Sounds…. interesting. Hope your little girl (and you) are feeling better soon and ready to enjoy those medical soirees. Re the boots have you thought about high heeled winter boots. My typical fare in Astana (-35 not uncommon -52 not unheard of) were high heeled suede platform boots with fleece/fur lining. Toasty warm because of the lining and the platform kept my feet above the snow while the heels acted as crampons. They were seriously the most practical item of footware for cold streets. I bought them in the local shops imported from Russia but the markets were full of similar items imported from China.
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Nicole Webb says
Hey there,
-52!!! Wow! That’s insane! How an earth do you survive. Dare I ask!
Yes! I have thought about platform boots. Ridiculously before I knew we were coming here, I threw a great pair of wedge long boots away!!! What was I thinking!? They would’ve been perfect for Xi’an. Oh well, just another excuse to go shopping and buy more. 😉
Cheers,Nicole
Ersatz Expat says
Shopping is always a good thing.
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Merlinda Little ( @pixiedusk) says
A sweet and funny post! This is what happened to my husband as well when he visited my country, Philippines! And when we are walking in the street people call him Joe as its automatic that if you are a foreigner you are an American. My husband is british. Opps sorry I am sharing my story now. Its just that your story reminds me of my town!
A nice read! #myexpatfamily
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Nicole Webb says
Ha Ha! I love that! “Joe” — that’s very funny. I hope he likes the name Joe. Thanks for stopping by. Looking forward to popping over to your blog. Cheers, Nicole
Sara (@mumturnedmom) says
This really made me laugh, how fabulous! While I hope that you don’t need to return to the doctor soon, at least it will be entertaining when you do 🙂 #myexpatfamily
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Nicole Webb says
Ha Ha! Thanks Sarah, glad I could make you laugh! That’s what it’s all about. At least we know what we’re in for now if we do have to return. Meantime am stocking up on medical supplies (aka drugs) back in Hong Kong. 😉 Cheers, Nicole
Seychellesmama says
Oh my goodness!!! This is all kinds of amazing and very odd all rolled into one!!!!!
It’s fantastic that you have been treated so well and that the doctor has been so accommodating to you! I would not love the photo thing though I have to say, particularly when feeling poorly!!
Absolutely loved reading this thank you so much for sharing with #myexpatfamily a really wonderful insight into life in China!! X
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Nicole Webb says
Yes, ha ha…not exactly the day you want to be posing is it!
Nice to have our doctor on speed dial, but the system is all kinds of crazy!
Definitely an adventure! 😉 x
Thanks for having me on My Expat Family!
Laura WOlf says
Very funny! The Asian sense of service is so different from what we are used to in the United States. We have also had some experiences with doctors this week. All very good care and what we continue to be shocked about is the price for this care….so cheap!
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Nicole Webb says
Hi Laura,
Yes! The difference in price is quite amazing isn’t it. My husband and I always say how we are going to get a huge shock when we go back to live in Australia!
x
Jen says
Gosh that sounds crazy, but jolly fun too! I’ve heard the photo thing before. Damn – always having to be camera ready! That’s hard! Lovely to have found your blog.
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Nicole Webb says
Thanks Jen! Yes, you never know when the paparazzi are going to come after you here in north west China. Ha ha! Thanks for popping over. Hope to see you again. Cheers, Nicole