My son, taking your child to a govt hospital does not mean you love him any less, my mother has always said. Iv never thought of it like that of course, but have always wondered what private care I was paying for everytime. I have never been assisted in a timeous manner, regardless of the severity of my sons ailment. TRIAGE my foot! I have always spent half the nyt at GPH waiting even when there was a handful of patients, and have had him admitted through the weekend at one point, and being told the doctor is not here but he MYT come tomorrow! And at this time I am being charged for sheets, a solution of salt and water in a drip they give for even constipation, swabs and whatever they feel they can charge you for. Private care.....LMFAO! The main reason I am saying this is, we have been advised to take toddlers atleast under 3 years to a govt hospital as the Private Care usually dispenses medication too strong for your children, she continued. I always thought it was the mother I have come to know Oh so well. Mama the Paranoid, always fearful, criticising what she did not subscribe to. She brought me up a kgona go nthaa a re ke seka ka ya partying because o lorile tau so danger may be lurking. It became so easy to dismiss her advice. Ke letse ke iponetse ke sa ithoge maabane. My son exhibited mild flu symptoms. His mother took him to a private doctor during the day, and got some medication. By evening he was puking, and altogether weak. We took him to Broadhurst Clinic around 11pm, and received such amazing service. But what became worrisome was when they inspected the medication and brought our attention to one syrup. This syrup had 10% alc content, and was for kids 5 years and above, not a18months old boy. This had been overlooked on this isolated instance on blind trust that came with the impression that it was from a doctor after consultation, as it had not been taken from a pharmacist over the counter. The medication contained Codeine, a powerful painkiller anyone who has gone for operation would know well. It is given for the mother of pains, and combined with the Tassenberg equivalent of 10 percent, knocked the lil guy the f out. The bumps on the road, changing of hands, coldness of the thermometer failed to even elicit a half-open curious look. This is such a concern. I can only pray the blackout was as far as the damage went. Bathong, tsenyang leitlho mo di-privateng. Eish! Bo new parent, le bone!
Posted on: Tue, 14 Oct 2014 07:51:47 +0000
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