Many things baffled me, and the primary one was how my first visit to the hospital was not private and that I needed to visit the hospital for minor reasons. Back home, whenever I was ill, I would see my family doctor or any doctor who has a practice in a building they own or lease. You register, wait for your name to be called, enter the doctor’s office, close the door and discuss your reason for visiting.
Now, in China, the doctors all work at the hospital. I haven’t met a doctor with their own private practice; I don’t know if they exist here. The only time anyone goes to the hospital back home is if they are in critical condition, that’s how you know how serious their situation is.
“Hey Sara, how’s your mom? I heard she went to the doctor.”
“Hi June, she’s ok-thanks for asking. The doctor prescribed some medicine, and she’s right as rain now.”
“That’s good to know.”
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“Hey Sara, how’s your mom? I remember you took her to the doctor.”
“Hello June, she’s at the hospital.”
“What? Oh my God, is she alright? I didn’t know it was so serious. How are you holding up?”
“The doctors are caring for her. I’m going to see her during visiting hours. Thanks for asking, June.”
In these two scenarios, Sara is concerned about June’s mother. However, upon hearing she went to the doctor, she was not too alarmed. Hearing June’s mom was in the hospital was more of a shocking concern to her.
Whenever I mentioned going to the hospital, my folks became quite alarmed and worried because, in our culture-something must be devastatingly wrong for that to happen. They were probably thinking of MRI and CAT scans during those times. It seems rather dramatic, but that’s the whole point, you know? It took a while to adjust, but they eventually understood not to be alarmed unless told otherwise.
When I went to see the doctor in the hospital, there was a dreadfully long line commencing inside her office and ending in the hall outside it. People were telling the doctor what was wrong, and others could hear every word. Suffice to say, this was one of those times the language barrier didn’t bother me. I could speak and not worry about someone overhearing and understanding what I was saying to the doc. But, as I said, the line was in the office, and I did not want to be considered rude if I had asked to close the door when this was the norm, which takes us to my next point.