14.03.2011
I’ve been slipping on this writing thing, but I‘ll try to be more diligent from now on. This is already so much better than any of my attempts to keep a diary as a child though. I had to have so many of them and none got more than two filled pages.
My stomach ache didn’t pass after all so I paid a visit to an Indian doctor. First you had to line up to get a waiting number, then wait to be called, then line up to pay the doctor’s fee, wait for the nurse to take your blood pressure and then wait for the doctor. The doctor sent me to labs which required me to line up to pay the lab fees, wait to be called, wait an hour for the results and wait for the doctor again. And that’s not all folks. Naturally after all this fun waiting I still had to wait to give the receptionist my prescription who then passed it on to the next woman whom I waited for in line to pay for my medicine after which I cued again to get the medicine from the pharmacist. Phew… never again I hope!
ps. This was a “fancy” office where the basic doctor’s fee is 3000TZS = 1,50 €, a sum which is paid for a sterile needle and clean environment and which the majority of locals cannot afford. They go without care or scrape up some shillings to visit the public health services or hospital.
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