When he grows up, I'm gonna tell him it's because he was stubborn and refused to follow what I said, which, by the way, had become last night's bedtime story.
My son loves water and whenever I give him a shower, he would take the opportunity to disobey me to continue playing with the water (because he knows I'm the only person who would layan what he wants).
Me: Baby K! Enough! Finish!
Baby K: (Grunts in disapproval)
Baby K: (Makes angry face)
Me: Baby K!
Baby K: (runs away from me and falls down --> loud cry)
He was bleeding at the chin and in the mouth.
I picked him up and calmly tried to stop the bleeding.
Mother, as expected, panicked.
I soothed my baby and changed him. Changed my clothes and off we went to Hospital XXX.
Baby K was quite fine, actually. Had a good cry for probably 10 minutes. After that, he was more clingy and menangis mengada-ngada.
Saw the doctor, and he said Baby K needed to be admitted so the stitching could be done in the OT (operating theatre).
Me: What?! Can't you just give some medications that make him sleepy?
Nurse: Tak boleh, Kak. Kalau bagi tidur pun, dia mesti jaga punya.
Me: Is it deep?
Doctor: It's quite deep.
Me: How much is the total cost?
Doctor: About RM4k. So, when was his last meal?
I refused admission. Paid RM56 for nothing.
Went to a government hospital instead. Because I know they are more reluctant to admit patients unnecessarily.
By this time, my son was already happily running around. He chased after the cat and the cockroach, he even played hide and seek. Tak padan dengan baju berdarah-darah.
Our number was called. The doctor said, he would send us to procedure room for 'skinglue'.
Me: Boleh pakai skinglue?
Me: Because, I went to a private hospital just now, and the doctor wanted to do it under general anaesthesia.
Doctor: No need.
Me: I think so too!
Doctor: Okay, pergi bilik sebelah ambil Panadol. Lepas tu pergi Bilik 13.
I skipped the Panadol part because, well, I nak cepat and my son didn't look like he was in so much pain. Haha. Sorry, Baby K, tapi satu kerja lah pulak Mommy nak paksa awak minum ubat!
So, masuk je Bilik 13, Baby K screamed and cried. Tak buat apa-apa lagi dah berdrama...
Mommy tak kira, Mommy tekan bahu kuat-kuat. Mommy tahu itu semua lakonan saja. Habis je the procedure, keluar Bilik 13, automatic Baby K senyap lalu ajak main lagi... (-___-")
Me: Dah siap. Anything else?
Doctor: Ini prescription ubat.
Me: Apa tu?
Me: Tak apalah. I beli sendiri. I dah ada dekat rumah. Thank you!
When we were small, my parents never brought me or my siblings to government clinics/ hospitals if we fell sick. So, I grew up thinking- (1) there was no govenment clinic. (2) there was only government hospital, and they are for really, really sick patients.
Now, I have many doctor friends. And I also found out you only have to RM1 for a visit to the government clinic/ hospital.
I have nothing against the government hospital because I think, they are there to help the rakyat. And in my opinion, the rakyat should not abuse the facilities!
Me, for example, I could afford to go to the private hospital, so I went there.
But, I was not happy with the doctor's recommendations, so I went to the government hospital instead.
However, all the while I was there waiting for our turn, I felt so guilty! I felt like I was robbing other people's needs. They might need to see doctor more urgently than we had to. I felt like they had to wait longer because my son and I took a number. I also felt like I was misusing the service.
And that's why I refuse to take the Panadol the doctor had prescribed for Baby K.
For RM1, my son received skinglue and SteriStrip, which I know, should cost a lot more than that. I could buy the Panadol from the pharmacy, I even could buy the flavoured medicine.
How can I accept the Panadol, when I knew, at that time, the people in the East Coast were in a huge flood, which destroyed the hospitals and their pharmacies and all the medicines?
My act may be small, but I hope I could somehow, contribute. Contribute so that they would have leftover medicines for the people who are really in need. Contribute so that the people who really could not afford to see the GP, could see the doctor faster.
Although, I can argue, the facilities are for people from all walks of life, besides, I pay my taxes, but I think, our society is so used of taking instead of giving, don't you think? We love to take, take, take.
We don't prioritize our needs.
"Let's go to the RM1 Clinic! So, I can use the money I save to buy that handbag..."
Seriously, you would rather spend your money on a handbag, instead on your health?
And please don't complaint about the waiting time...
With RM1, my son got satisfactory treatment. I didn't mind the 3 hour wait. In fact, I was so happy that my son didn't need to be admitted. Sakit sikit je tu...
I'm such a cool mom! If I wasn't there, I'm sure Mother or my husband would have simply followed the doctor's orders and made my son go through unnecessary procedure.