by devil » Sun Jun 24, 2007 10:55 am
Unfortunately, I can't say the same about Larnaca. My wife had a severe unstoppable nose bleed (she was on Warfarin at tht time). I phoned the GP and he told me to take her to Larnaca. She saturated a large hand towel, literally dripping with blood, on the journey (25 min). She was told to wait while they did the bureaucracy. Eventually, she was taken to a cubicle where she filled a kidney bowl with blood. After about 30 minutes, a doctor came, and simply stuffed her nose with a metre of gauze strip. She was visibly in shock from loss of blood (I would guess she had lost at least a litre). The doc told her to come back the following morning (it was about midnight). I took her home. The following morning, we went back as instructed. Waited about an hour. The doc then pulled out the gauze and it started to bleed again, cauterised it and stuffed some more gauze in. That was it. It took her a month before she recovered, with no follow-up, no medication from the hospital (we consulted the GP a coupla days later and he prescribed medication for the resultant anaemia, as his blood test revealed severe anomalies).
One morning, I tripped on an uneven pavement and slightly sprained my right ankle. I drove my wife to a supermarket, where I hobbled around, helping her with the shopping, although it was quite painful, but not exceedingly so. I then drove her back home, hoping that I would not have to brake hard. I bathed the ankle in cold water, as it had swollen way up. By mid afternoon, I was in pain and the swelling was the size of a melon. I thought this was unusual, so I asked a neighbour to take me to A&E at Larnaca. As I hobbled up the ramp to the door, a group of nurses were standing there, smoking and chatting at 1430. One asked whether I had a problem, as if it weren't obvious. I went in. There was a Dr behind the desk and I explained the problem. She immediately called a porter and sat me in a wheelchair and, within 5 minutes of my arrival, the ankle was X-rayed from all angles, and I was wheeled back to the reception area. The films followed a minute later: broken fibula, a clean fracture just above the ankle. The doc said she would call the orthopaedist. So I sat there, chatting with my neighbour. 30 minutes passed, then 60, then 90 and eventually he arrived, visibly and vocally upset at being called out, even though it was only 1630 or thereabouts, on a Friday. I was taken to the plastering room and he put on a cast and was told to come back in 4 weeks. That weekend, I had some discomfort but it increased by Monday. I phoned my GP and told him the story and explained I was in pain because the foot was moving around in the cast, was this normal? He said no, he would call back. 15 minutes later, he said that I had to go to a private orthopaedist immediately at a given address. Appealing to my good neighbour again, he took me there. More X-rays, through the cast. He confirmed the diagnosis but said that he could see there was a good 3 cm of space, on both sides, between the leg and the cast, because the swelling had gone down, by about half. He said it was aberrant to put a cast over such a swelling and expect it to be OK for 4 weeks. He cut off the old cast and put on a new one, which was almost immediately more comfortable, He then told me to come back that Friday, as I would need another cast as the swelling would have gone down completely by then. On the Friday, he put on a walking cast and healing progressed normally. 5 weeks and another cast later, he removed all support and recommended exercises to re-strengthen the ankle. No sequels.