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Personal Bit: My Thai Medical Experiences, Part 3

June 22, 2021

I woke up one morning with deep pain in my right leg. Additionally, I had a slight fever.
The next morning, my friend woke me up and took me to a Thai hospital.
My friend helped me register at the Thai hospital.
Another crowded room eventually led to me. Their loved ones could hear them as they made sounds.
I was at the hospital to find out what was wrong with my right leg. Clearly, it was infected, but why?
After being in the hospital for three days, they told me that it was a disease that was attacking my leg’s fat. I was given medicine to treat it and went home.
Although the medicine got rid of the infection, it did not get rid of a strange rash I still have.
I would suggest that you bring someone with you who speaks Thai after this experience. It makes the hospital experience so much easier.

Personal Bit: My Thai Medical Stories, Part 2

June 21, 2021

At one point, I was walking down the street when I failed to notice a motorcycle in front of me. I tripped over one of the wheels and fell.
When I arose, my lower right leg was pretty messed up. Moreover, I was annoyed that a person had left his motorcycle in such a way that I would trip over it. I screamed, attracting the attention of nearby people, and kicked the motorcycle.
I went home.
My right leg grew swollen after a couple of days, but somehow, I made it to school.
One of the Thai teachers noticed that I was limping and in a lot of pain as I was teaching.
When I showed her my leg, she suggested I get it bandaged at the nearby health center. Then she suggested I go to the hospital.
Two staff members from my agency helped me get through the bureaucracy while I was waiting in line.
Then I found myself in another room, filled with sick patients coughing, spitting ugly liquids into bedpans, and trying to stay alive.
I refused to change in the morning. Hospital clothes did not appeal to me. It is true that I did not behave well, but I was unhappy after my previous experience at a Thai hospital.
Eventually, I calmed down and put on my hospital clothes.
One of the Thai teachers from the school visited me that day and lectured me about my behavior. School officials had no doubt heard about my behavior from the hospital.
Another day, two police officers came to my home and questioned me about my trip. The police hoped that I could identify the motorcycle, but I was unable to do so. The number of the license plate escaped me. I only thought when you had car accidents that you had to talk about it with the police.
After being discharged from the hospital, I had to return to the hospital to re-bandage my leg for another week.
During that week, I was fired by the school because they were not pleased with my behavior in the hospital wing, even though I personally apologized to the hospital staff.
Throughout the remainder of the term, I served as a substitute teacher for the agency.
In Thailand, you can be fired for behavior outside of the classroom and during free time.

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Personal Bit: My Thai Medical Experiences, Part 1

June 20, 2021

Today, I went to the doctor and I found out that I have a virus that is causing the lymph nodes in my groin to form a growth. The doctor recommends that I rest and take 3 injections until I feel better or the growth is eliminated.
Since I have more time, in addition to my articles about Thailand, gaming, and Myanmar, I will be remembering previous things that I have experienced in Thailand. The first focus will be on my Thai medical memories.

Once upon a time, I was standing in front of my apartment in the late evening, trying to find my keys to the apartment.
While I was looking for my keys, I noticed three figures behind me. I did not think anything would happen.
Suddenly, one of them struck me with a two-by-four piece of wood. It is something that you can buy at any Home Depot or borrow from some construction site.
For some reason, my first instinct was to be Batman and to go after them. They were surprised for a second and then started running down my street.
I captured one of them. He was young. He could have one of my high school students. He stared at me like a trapped animal.
I hesitated. I was not sure what to do. I don’t have any superpowers like Spider-Man or a Batmobile to take him to the police.
While I hesitated, one of the attackers came behind me and hit me again with the piece of wood on the back of my head. Blood started to gush from the back of my head.
I chased after them again and they got on their motorcycles. All I could do was stand there, and watch them leave.
Fortunately, there was a security guard at one of the nearby buildings and called the police.
An ambulance soon came and the ambulance people came out. They took off my shirt and put me on a gurney.
I never saw that shirt. It was the only thing that I lost during this whole experience. T
They took me to the hospital and put me on another gurney.
In this new gurney, while I was waiting to be registered and to go to my home space in the hospital, the two police officers arrived. They questioned me about the attack. They asked me two or three times whether I was drunk or not. If you knew me, you would find this question laughable. I almost never drink alcohol. It seemed like they kept on asking me because I was not giving them clear answers. You try to answer questions after being hit twice in the head with a piece of wood.
The police finally left and the hospital placed me in my home space. I was placed in a room with about 10 patients. During my 4 day stay, I could hear everything. If they coughed or vomited, I could hear their lovely noises.
In the morning, they wanted me to take a shower, but I refused to do so. Every time I stood up, the world would spin. I could not stand for anymore, so I would not be able to go to the shower. I made them give me a sponge bath.
Eventually, a doctor came and asked me questions. I told him about vertigo (vertigo means that you think the world is spinning, it does not mean that you are afraid of heights). He went away and I lay there in my bed as I would for four days. All I could do was either sleep or eat my meals. I had no phone or laptop with me.
Once, they did take me to the MRI to see how damaged my head. They said that there was none, but why was having vertigo?
I did get visits from my colleagues from the agency that I worked for. I also got visits from the Thai teachers at the high school that I taught at.
After four days of eating, sleeping, and listening to sounds that you would normally not want to hear on a normal basis, I got out of the hospital. I got out by lying to the doctor that I was no longer experiencing vertigo. I would actually experience vertigo off and on for the next year. I usually experienced it while I was sleeping. I would wake up and the world would be spinning. It is not a fun way to wake up.
As far as my attackers, they were captured when they mistakenly attacked a plainclothes police officer in an isolated location. I was also in an isolated location. He could do what I could not.

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