Monday, January 2, 2012

Ms. McLoving Gets Her *ss Kicked

Well, it's no doubt where I went today. I had to see the doctor. I posted all about the stupidity I've had to put up with here just in case you aren't sure who this woman is. So let me give you the full follow up, just as my day went because without it you may think she didn't deserve what happened. Obviously I'm still angry as I write this but I assure you, I have calmed down quite a bit since I left that office.

We were told to come to the office at 9AM this morning fasting - no food or water after midnight. Knowing how India works we didn't get dressed to leave until 9 and by the time we got there it was 9:30. The only worker present in the whole building looked at me funny (I was the first in the door and hubby was still parking) and I sat down at the front counter waiting for her to get her lazy butt over there and check me in. She didn't budge. She was watching an Indian drama and couldn't be bothered. Hubby walked in and she spoke to him. (At this point I figured she didn't speak English and I wasn't bothered by her not checking me in yet.) She told hubby the doctor would be in around 10. (This just pissed us off to say the least.)

A few minutes later the other workers started coming in and the maid started mopping the floor. 10 came around and no doctor. Hubby asked and they said they had just called him and he would be there in 10 minutes and he had told them to get the room ready for me. Then they all sat back down around the TV to watch more Indian dramas. I pointed out to hubby that meant they were lying to him. The doctor got there a few minutes later though and you should have seen how fast they all scattered to look busy.

A few minutes later they told me to come with them and they escorted me upstairs. At this point I wasn't sure what was going on because I thought I was having an ultrasound procedure done today. When we got upstairs I was told to undress and put on a set of pajamas. (These were totally cute in that 3 yr old little girl sort of way..I would want a pair if they weren't hospital colors and maybe had flowers on them instead.) Then I knew what I was in for. This was the next set of testing that was supposed to be done (I had done my research online...the doctors office never told me crap.) So I got changed and the temperature was barely above freezing. There was no heat in the building. I told them I was cold and asked if I could keep my jacket and they said no but led me to the room in the picture below and gave me a blanket.


This room was upstairs away from everything and to get to the waiting room where they insisted hubby stay you had to go up 5 stairs, around a corner and through a door to another room. (Keep in mind all the walls are concrete and sound does not carry well.) Now, despite the fact I had researched this procedure I still didn't know everything and the two women in the room with me did not speak English. One of them hooked some kind of strange bottle up on a drip and the other one hooked up an IV bottle and put an IV needle in my hand. I wasn't sure why they needed an IV for this procedure or why I needed fluids. In the US it's done without any of this stuff (yes, I've had it done before). I couldn't ask and I couldn't get anyone to come and advocate on my behalf. I'm also quite certain that at one point the IV lady was making fun of me because the other woman scolded her and told her to stop. I do understand some Punjabi so I know some of what was said. Still, I can't be 100% sure so I won't claim that she was.

By this point I was freezing. The blanket wasn't enough and my whole body was starting to shake. Hubby had asked them to turn on the space heater/blower before they sent him out of the room but they hadn't done it. Then a new man came into the room and asked me if I was okay. He saw I was shaking and I told him I was freezing and he made the ladies turn on the heat. (He apparently understood English.) He asked me was I allergic to any medications and I told him I was and which ones and he then told me they were going to give me some medicine so I wouldn't feel any discomfort. He put a shot into my IV and I was still shaking really bad so he had the ladies get me more covers. After the first shot he put a large syringe with some kind of fluid inside of it onto my IV to let it go into me slowly. I didn't ask what it was because I've seen these things before and I wasn't worried. It's some kind of antibiotic stuff and I could tell that's what it was this time as well (also there was a list on the wall of what medications were to be administered and in which order that I had already read).

I was starting to warm up a little but my body was still shaking pretty hard. Hard enough the nurse felt the need to hold my IV hand down because I was shaking the IV bag and causing it not to drip properly. I told the anesthesiologist that I couldn't feel my fingers or my toes at that point and he said something to the ladies and they wrapped each of my legs individually. Then all of a sudden I felt the pain of a 1000 needles stabbing into my IV arm. I had turned my head to see what the ladies were doing with my legs so I looked back and the anesthesiologist was giving me a third medicine and he asked me if it hurt. I told him yes it hurt and burned all the way up to my elbow. That was the last thing I remember about any of that.

When I woke up the ladies were poking and prodding me and trying to bring me back to consciousness. I was again shaking and cold (maybe not again but that was the first thing I noticed). Then I realized I couldn't open my eyes or move my head. The ladies were telling me to get up and I told them I couldn't. It took both of them to put me into a seated position and they put steps out for me to climb down but I couldn't. They had to assist me getting off the table and from that room to the bed in the foyer of the room so I could recover. I don't remember walking across the room at all. I only remember climbing on the bed and being covered with several blankets, a heater being put directly on me and hubby being led into the room to sit with me. I asked him how long I was in the surgical room and he said about 30 minutes.

They told hubby that I would wake up in about 30 minutes and be able to go home (they originally said this would be a 15 minute appointment). 2 hours went by before I was able to even move my body. I would mentally try to move my leg or arm and couldn't. My body wasn't responding to my brain. I could talk but not hold my eyes open. Not one single time did anyone come in to check on me. At some point while I was recovering the doctor got called out on an emergency. We asked and they told us we had to wait. I still had the IV needle in my hand and wasn't sure why and no one in the office would come remove it or tell us what was taking so long.


Despite the fact they were getting annoyed hubby kept checking in asking them what was the problem. 4 hours after I came out of surgery he got tired of the crap and went down. He found out that the doctor had been called away on an emergency and that he hadn't released me. Okay fine, so hubby sat downstairs to wait for the doctor. The doctor came in and was bombarded with patients (naturally) and hubby got tired of getting the run around and told me to come downstairs. Needless to say the women weren't too keen on having me walk through the lobby with the IV tap still in my hand for all the people in there to see. (I didn't care, they had been rude all day and no one had checked on me at all for the last 4 hours.) I went straight to the doctors office and I wasn't happy by this point.

I sat in the doctors office chair (his office is between the waiting room and his primary exam room). Other women followed who needed to see him also. I waited quietly until it was my turn to catch him. As soon as I started talking to him Ms. McLoving takes me by the arm and leads me into the exam room and to a chair. I wasn't happy about this and I asked the lady on the other side of the desk what was going on. She gave me this rude look and said "What do you want to know?" I said I want to know what I'm supposed to do next and what's going on. I told her I had been here for 6 hours and she cut me off and started fussing about how they had to keep me for 6 hours because I had anesthesia and that I wasn't fit to leave. I told her that I was fit hours ago and she told me that I didn't know anything I was the patient and they were doctors. Then Ms. McLoving tells me to get on the exam table. Having just had one major exam (considered minor surgery) I asked why. Then 6 office staff circled around me and started bickering and telling me that because of my accent they couldn't tell me anything. I got pissed off!

I stood up and told her that they are not communicating with me and I have every right to know what they are trying to do to me, blah blah blah. A verbal assault ensued and I let both b*tches have a piece of my mind. Then that stupid ass from behind the desk told me that if I was coming there for the treatment I needed to get used to having ultrasounds done frequently. I told her that wasn't the problem that I was sick of them just saying go here and there and not telling me what they were doing. She tried to tell me that they were telling hubby and I told her that was bullshit and she knew it. (I should note that I NEVER use profanity in professional situations but she pushed me too far.) I again asked her why they needed to do an ultrasound when they just had the laproscope inside of my body that morning. Ms. McLoving put her hand up (in "talk to the hand" style) and refused to answer and they all left the room. By this point I was livid.

They told hubby I was ready to go home and he came to get me. (Men aren't allowed in the exam room.) I told him no, I was going to talk to the doctor and he took one look at my face and said he knew I was pissed. My exact words were (in a loud tone of voice) "You're damned right I am." So I waited for the doctor to clear his office of the last 2 patients in the room and the girl at the front counter could see/hear all and boy was she listening. I sat down at the doctors desk and I told him I suspected the two girls of making fun of me first thing in the morning. He called them into the office and cleared the matter. He was genuinely concerned. Then I told him about the altercation with the other two women and hubby told him I had been detailing all the events of our treatment for an article for the NY Times (yes...that is half truth). The doctor perked right up and assured us we would not have to deal with them any longer and he would be the only one attending to me from this point forward. I also learned he had heard the altercation and what the women said to me after I told them they were not communicating with me.

We continued our talk with the doctor and he cleared up all the questions I had. He also explained to hubby that I didn't understand the girls behavior because in the US people are greeted with smiles and everything is explained up front rather than them just being expected to sit down and take orders. So, for all of you who are interested in the differences between the US and India, here is one. In the US customer service and hospitality are BY FAR better than in India as it relates to medical treatment. We are not shuffled in like mindless cattle as this man feels his patients are. Instead of being reprimanded for wanting to know why a needle is being shoved at us we are politely told ahead of time that we will be getting a particular treatment and why.

I have to go back for follow up on this procedure I had in a few days. I will see how it goes and whether or not the doctor tends to me the way he says he will. I can't not go for the follow up because this was a significant procedure (even though it's only considered minor surgery). I at least need to follow up with the doctor who did the procedure because they also don't give you copies of your medical records here. In a sense, I'm stuck with this office until after that follow up. Not that I could go anywhere else because as I've already mentioned this is the only clinic that does the procedure in all of Amritsar. And not to be rude to my readers but I best not have anything else to blog about in relation to this place. I've already had to write 4 posts on just this one freaking place....I think that's enough.

*To clarify, yes I am writing an article about this experience and will be selling it to a reputable publication as a medical tourism article. This is why you shouldn't piss off a professional writer.

So much for starting off my new year with more positive experiences.

38 comments:

  1. Though whatever you have written here is probably 100% true by facts and technicality... I am  feeling an undertone in the style of writing which tends to imply your true impressions about india and indians... I don't think you truly understand what a difference in culture means... I am not saying that what that woman has been doing to you is in any way acceptable... The general tone of your writing tells me that the anger is much more than ms. mcloving.

    To make my point clearer.... yesterday i went to the mall, in one of the shops the doorman opened the door with a big wide smile and my immediate thought was, 'Why is this guy being weird?"...

    What are you trying to imply?... calling us mindless cattle....

    And another thing... in response to your comment, "In the US customer service and hospitality are BY FAR better than in India as it relates to medical treatment"

    Yes.. that is true... But it's true because in the US healthcare is extremely expensive, and if you get sued.. you're screwed.

    Go to one of those private hospitals in india... these are places where you can pay a lot of money... still about one fifth that of the US and they'll give you all the time you need, you will get people who can understand your accent and everyone will communicate with you and the place will be heated.

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  2. Definitely would agree with going to a private hospital.  I've heard from my fiance that going anywhere else in India you will definitely get what you pay for.  So sorry to hear you had another bad experience.  I'm sure it must be very frustrating but surely there has to be a way to transfer your medical records to another hospital.  I'm sure it's been done before.

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  3. I definitely agree that in India, as with the rest of the world, you get what you pay for. Just like in India, the US also has terrible excuses for hospitals and doctors, back alley "medical centres". Malpractice and mistreatment of patients happens around the world.I agree with Varun that your undertone is that everything in the US is wonderful and just as it should be, whereas everything in India is wrong.Try to remember the reasons why you moved to India, the novelty in her ways, adventure in her days. The sensory overload and chaos, to some, is just the way they like it.India has some of the best hospitals in the world, and if you would take a trip to Delhi I am sure you could find someone better qualified than their American counterpart to help with your ailments.

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  4. That clinic sounds horrible, in 8 years in India though I haven't had to deal with that rude hospital staff, the worst hospital I have been in was  now Fortis hospital back then Wockhardt, they are truely just looking at you like walking money purses and don't want to be bothered by your even asking which direction the radiology department is in.
    But all other private clinics and hospitals I visited were great and I always had people explain things to me in a detailed way or ask my opinion about the choice of options available.
    Too bad you are stuck with these people :(

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  5. I recently found your blog and while I do enjoy your descriptions I sense a smugness of tone in that everything and everyone has a problem. There is a dissatisfaction with almost all your daily encounters be it the hospital staff, the relatives, the shop keepers, the food etc.  It could be that you are just fed up, frustrated, and worn down with life there, but to compare everything to the US is not realistic.

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  6. I hope you feel better soon. Medical service is also kinda like the same in Bangladesh. Whenever I see a doctor in Canada, I always become surprised at how polite the doctors and medical staff are and how they are willing to answer all my question and offering me so many resources.  And good luck with your next visit to the doctor! 

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  7. My tone isn't about India or Indians, it's about the sorry doctors in this country. Not just this clinic but I have been to many others and I've had it with the quality of services here. I have nothing against Indian people and my only vice with India is in regards to the multiple germs and bacteria here that my body isn't used to. (That being said I understand this is normal, it just tires me. I don't hate India, nor Punjab but I am getting close to being completely fed up with Amritsar.)

    The mindless cattle comment was what come to my mind when the doctor described "shuffling" patients into and out of the ultrasound room and through the clinic so he could go to lunch on time. It reminded me of when my uncle used to have to herd his cattle from one field to the next.

    Yes, US healthcare is expensive and you're right. I'm getting what I paid for. I made the mistake of thinking a private clinic in the best area of Amritsar may just be acceptable. However I am quickly learning that even by Indian standards this place is crap. You would think a lakh would buy you better care but it doesn't here in Amritsar. The reactions to my experiences with this clinic only make me feel more justified in my thoughts on the quality of life here in this city in general...because apparently even Indians recognize that the best here is of inferior quality as compared with the rest of India.

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  8. I wish. This is the only place here offering the service. Since I now know it requires a full day off instead of the 15 minutes they said that would mean Rohit would have to quit his job to take me in for the treatments. I have to go twice a week which would mean 6 days off just for travel and the procedures each week for 3 weeks straight and then follow up appointments later. He only works 6 days a week so he would have no job. This was a private hospital in the best area of town.

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  9. You're right, the US has some rotten hospitals. But the government frequently goes into them and shuts down portions of them and regulates how they treat and interact with patients. We also have the luxury of going to another hospital should one be not up to our standards. I don't have that option here.

    I'm not sure how you got that undertone because I don't believe everything in the US is wonderful. I just refuse to buy into the lie that India is the most spectacular place on earth. I am told that by so many but I have yet to see it. I'm told many great things about India but living here I find most of them completely untrue. I'm not going to promote, advocate or continue to uphold things I do not find true.

    Going to Delhi every time I need to see a doctor is just not feasible. As I mentioned to another commenter, Rohit would have to quit his job just to care for me. I've been sick the majority of a year now, it just isn't realistic to take a 7 hour train ride one way to Delhi once a week or more for treatment. Once he quit his job to do so, how would we ever afford the hotel bills and medical fees?

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  10. I wish Fortis offered the service here. Though Fortis wasn't the best place I've been it was by far superior to this place. The staff was much nicer, better organized and they actually talked to patients. This doctor, if I talk to him he will always turn to Rohit and try to answer him so as not to address me directly.

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  11. I am definitely fed up, worn down and more. I don't compare everything to the US. This time I brought it up because the doctor himself indicated how much more hospitable the US was in it's medical offices. This was part 4 of a series of post in which started with Ms. McLoving telling me how loving this office was and how I would be treated like family. Well, I know now this is no family I would want to be a part of and there is no loving nature going on in that place. And it's not just to me, it's other patients as well and they are Indian.

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  12. Thank you! I think now that we had this conversation with the doctor things may go better. At least I won't have to deal with the nurses anymore. I am testing the waters at my follow up coming up. I have no choice on that appointment.

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  13. You're damaged you know...

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  14. I beg to differ about the service in private hospitals in India. I have had some very bad experience not unlike what White Bhabi had and I agree as well as sympathize with whatever she has written here. If i write every wrong thing i had seen about the medical service in India (private or otherwise) it would take a blog longer than this blog. to be fair, it would also take considerable length to detail the good things.

    And the assertion that you will always get what you pay for is just a lot of hogwash. there is something called dishonesty and unprofessionalism and no amount of compensation is enough for people who practice it.

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  15. I dont think you should feel the need to continue the treatment at such a place. gut feeling is usually correct in such situations. i can see that you were far from comfortable with this place way before the treatment begun.

    and i feel that it will only get worse. they are not seeing you as a person ... rather as someone to be milked. everybody who is an Indian will vouch that such medical professionals (it is a shame to call such people professionals) exist in plenty in India. I am quite certain that they felt vindicated and must be sharing good laugh about you at the dinner table. sorry but i dont see that Ms McLoving had her a** kicked ... rather they have kicked you.

    in case you go there, be ready for another invasive process which will make you feel violated and insulted once again. I know such places very well ... i would be mighty surprised if they treat your ailment finally.

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  16. the examination room pic looks so eerily familiar (and unpleasant) that it revolts me. yuck ! I wish nobody ever feel the need to enter it.

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  17. Thank you for standing up for me but it's very sad you too had to experience things like this.

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  18. I say she got her *ss kicked because I jumped on her and the other girl. Maybe it wasn't a good old fashioned butt kicking but I felt better having said my peace about it all. I appreciate your insight as far as the facility goes. I'm looking for anywhere else I can get to but so far it's not going well. I've since had a friend who has lived here 3 years and married a man who is from here tell me she would never seek any treatment in Amritsar and she pays a good deal to go either to Delhi or other countries. If I can get on the same insurance she has, I will follow through with the same precautions. I'm hearing more and more horror stories about this place - most from Indians who were born and raised in India and refuse to come here!

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  19. Yeah, I had no idea they would do a minor surgery in there. Until they knocked me out I continued to assume that this would be some kind of pre-op exam to ensure that I was physically fit before introducing the laproscope. Of course, I couldn't ask anyone because none of the nurses spoke English and the anesthesiologist was kind of scary and creepy as well. If I go back I will demand Rohit be allowed in the room as well for communication purposes no matter what.

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  20. I have lived in India for over 30 years in a small town and I just don`t understand your experience? Did you actually speak  to the doctor before your operation ? Who recommended the doctor did you pick him from a list ??? No sorry !!!  I also can`t get that you are so pissed and your going back for more???

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  21. What you pay for is what you get. That and the modern looking clinics; don't let the manicured lawns and shiny decorations fool you. The best doctors park in haunted looking clinics.

    Depend only on word-of-mouth suggestion. Again, word-of-mouth!!

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  22. private hospitals in India are not really private. they exist because of several patronage networks their owners maintain inside the relevant govt depts.  this power makes these doctors extremely arrogant and insensitive. the networks ensure that there is no worthwhile competition they have to face. the problem is much more acute in small cities. but bigger cities are not immune to it.

    punjab has had a recent misfortune of seeing much violence resulting in a generation who grew up without any community attachment ... that may be the reason for amritsar being particularly bad ... but no amount of fashionable "deconstruction" should be a consolation.i have seen some very bad hospitals and some very good ones either through my/family's direct experience or through friends/families'. and the convenient label of govt/private doesn't really count much unless one is looking at the absolute rotten of the govt hospitals. 

    from what i know, Mumbai has probably the best medical care in India for serious ailments. Bombay Hospital, Hinduja Hospital and Tata Cancer Institute are three of the best hospitals i have known. The first two are private while the third one is Govt (despite it's name), which shows that private/govt labeling is meaningless. In Delhi, I would say AIIMS is also extremely good. Maybe next time when you visit Delhi, try to see some specialist in AIIMS, just for the sake of it. The doctors there  are extremely experienced due to the huge patient load they handle.

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  23. yes it is amazing that Amritsar is so backdated - here in West Bengal' s Chandannagar now 23 years , I have a whole set of doctors working under paltry conditions
    who by their knowledge , dedication & talent can put to shame many doctors back  home in Europe

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  24. No one recommended him as we don't know anyone here who has ever needed the extent of treatment I have and there is only one other expat here I can turn to and she was unavailable to provide me any recommendations before this incident. We found this doctor looking through medical associations and we went to the clinic to interview him first. The clinic was the cleanest I had seen here and everyone was friendly in the beginning. It seemed okay (not fabulous or great, just okay). It is the only clinic anywhere near here that offers the service and even though I'm asking around and looking no one is able to refer me to anything else in the city that could provide me the follow up care because they don't offer the service. I have now however been told by others that they would never seek treatment here in Amritsar for anything. I just wish I had known that sooner.

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  25. They fooled me. Bleh. I must resolve also not to be taken in by friendly young women with energy and smiles and the gift of gab (sweet talkers). Maybe that should be on my new years resolution list as well.

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  26. Fascinating. Your second paragraph gives me a lot to think about. I had wondered about some things here that just didn't fit with everything you read and hear about India. It makes it very hard to understand things. Having learned about the violence a little explained some things to me but you made a very good point about the community attachment. It makes so much sense now. The violence diminished the bond and trust among others that should be here and is probably much more prevalent in the rest of India. I must explore this new angle now. I'm intrigued.

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  27. It's really good you have found the good doctors. I'm still looking.

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  28. be as it that may, no analysis should condone dishonesty ... remember that majority of those who are alive  never faced any violence so their behavior is nothing less than reprehensible. once a person grows up into adulthood, they and they alone are responsible for their actions ... their upbringing becomes irrelevant.

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  29. True, but it gives me something new to think about amongst the older generation. They are the ones teaching the younger generation.

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  30. White Bhabhi, let me make my point without the anger that was in me when I wrote my last comment.

    There has been a change in you and I can prove it. Take what happened in that room with the two nurses. They were talking in punjabi and you assumed that they were making fun of you. It doesn't matter whether they were or we're not, but if you were in the US and two girls were maybe speaking in Spanish and did the same, you would given them the benefit of the doubt.

    Christmas eve, when you and your family went to the park and checked out the decorations. You were sad, you did not step out of the room and didn't feel Christmassy at all, but they tried to cheer you and make you feel better. But what did blog on that.. "that's it.. A 15 min walk in the park is all they can come with?"

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  31. Your various posts have indicated that change and a lot of them have also indicated that you are (probably subconsciously) trying to blame that change on India.

    A lot of people saw the undertone in your post like I did, but you didn't see the undertone in my comment. It's not about the bad nurse and the doctor, it's about how you are not happy with the way things are n your life. Not everyone and everything goes wrong in one persons life all the time, and if it does seem like it is, then probably there something wrong in how you are looking at life.
    Might I remind you that you were depressed when you lived in US.
    It's time to change perspective. If you don't, you won't be happy where ever you are in the world.

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  32. The second comment is supposed to be the first.

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  33. I appreciate you coming back to clarify but I feel there is some things you may have missed. Out of my last 10 blog posts 5 were positive and 5 were not. 4 of the 5 positive blogs received almost not hits/views. So I'm guessing that maybe you're one of the followers who hasn't read them. I post just as much good stuff as bad.

    That being said, yes I am unhappy and fed up with many aspects of life here. I'm sick of being told to my face by Indians how wonderful and loving they are only to see them treat myself and others like crap. I don't buy into the denial or the lies that those people (the ones telling me this crap) try to pass on. In reality, Indians are no different than any other person on the planet. They are good at some things, bad at others. They are sometimes nice, sometimes not nice. There are jerks, morons, sweethearts, and angels in India just like any other culture.

    This could also answer for some of my irritation. Before coming here I was promised certain things and led to believe certain things and those things have not been true. Still, I am thankful for this experience but I desperately need a break from being here. I can only put up with so much for so long. I've done more than my share to be patient and work towards or look for acceptable resolutions. I'm not being met with the same dedication which makes me often feel I'm even more alone and up against more than I can handle. I'm quite certain this is evident in some of my posts which is why I state my feelings in the post when I know I'm emotional. Just as with this one I stated in the first paragraph I was angry. At the time I wrote it, it was the day of the procedure and the only thing keeping me from sleep was the sheer trauma of the situation. With Christmas I said I was sad, mentioned it wasn't all about India and then said what I needed to get off my chest.

    Yes, there has been a change in me. I have noticed it and I don't deny it. I am completely fed up with many things and am no longer willing to try to work them out. I've stated that too. Being here has made me angry and I've had to be a b*tch on far too many occasions. Or at least what I perceive to be a b*tch. I've had to push, nag and be a pain in the *ss whereas in the US I would never do any of those things. I was completely self sufficient there but here I'm not allowed to be and I'm hindered in more ways than I could ever list on one blog. It is torture. After some incidents last month I'm done putting up with things.

    My whole point in this blog though is to highlight all the things a person could go through and feel while experiencing a move to another culture. Unfortunately that means writing about the things some people don't want to hear/read. I've noticed that Indians in general do not want anyone to say anything they perceive as negative about India but it's important to note that no good changes come about in a country if no one ever brings to light the issues that need to be addressed. This health care issue is a serious and life threatening issue and more people need to be educated about it so they can see how these doctors abuse their power (a trust that is given for no good reason) so that people can learn to stand up for themselves just as I am beginning to do since the change you noticed.

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  34. You're right. I didn't catch your tone because it's almost impossible to detect tone based on what is written. You can identify certain hostile words but that doesn't always mean the tone is hostile. Readers will all react differently based on their own experiences.

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  35. Kristy Kumari --hope you're doing better! Good thing you gave those women a piece of your mind. I had to once deal with a weirdo male nurse in Max Hospital (one of the most Western hospital chains in India) when I was getting my anti-rabies shot. After that, I was like screw it. No male nurses in India--ever. 
    Is it possible for you to get your medical treatment in Delhi? There's a new medical facility called Medanta which is affiliated with Duke University in the US. I've heard it's not too bad in terms of customer service and/or quality of medical practitioners.

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  36. Thanks. I'm done with this whole mess now thankfully and I won't be doing anything else here unless it's a matter of life and death. I just can't tolerate the unhygenic standards here. On a good note, the Indian government has stepped in and has been raiding busineses here for the last few weeks and has shut down tons of them. Somewhere, the Gods are listening!

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  37. Read this article from another expat about hospitals in India: http://angelacarson.wordpress.com/2012/03/14/expat-visits-doctor-in-bangalore/

    Amritsar is lagging behind I would say and unfortunately you are struck there...

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  38. Thanks Sachin! Even the NRI's I know here tell me Amritsar has gone backwards in the last few years. it's really sad.

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