Maybe it was the excitement of the birthday or the air conditioning (the second one, of course), Tommy this morning he woke up with a fever. At first, we gave him the paracetamol, but when the temperature exceeded the 39 degrees, we rushed to the hospital.
You should know that for every expat in Bali a word often used in conversations is “DENGUE”. Here it’s a real problem. If you have the fever, first, you think: “I catched the dengue”.
The small carriers of tropical fever lurk everywhere on the island, especially during the rainy season. Avoid them, impossible! Kill them, utopia! Mash them before they sting you, only luck!
Many expat have had dengue. It is painful, but you survive.
As a medal, the first settlers, they boast of having taken this desease several times (there are up to 4 different strains) and to be emerged stronger than before. So the message is clear, “If you want to live here, sooner or later, you’ll catch it!!”
Well, along the Sunset road to the hospital, my mind traveled restless … Dengue, dengue, dengue.
We arrive at the hospital SOS (name clearly passing the message immediately). We are greeted kindly and we compile the folders.
They make lying Tom in a room because it has a high fever. After about 5 minutes a nurse comes to take his blood saturation and temperature: we are almost at 40 degrees.
They spend another 15 minutes.
I play impatient to candycrush on my phone to pass the time, Paolo trying to win in BoomBeach, tom sleeps on the couch.
The doctor enters and sees him. She is very friendly, excellent English.
The cure: antibiotics !! Hooray !!
It’s not Dengue: danger passes, this time;
Hospital Balinese tested: full marks
Cost of the visit: very good (about 40 EUR)
Cost of antibiotic: madness (about 60 euro !!)
Experience of today: not to be repeated for at least the next six months.
And this is done !!