I’ve been sick the
last few days. I have not been feeling well and had to skip work for several
days.
I was feeling so bad that I had to go to the clinic. Other
expats advised me not to go to a hospital because I would need to wait too
long. The clinics have less people because they are more expensive.
I went to one of the best clinics, recommended both by locals
and expats. First I had to wait for one
hour just for registration. The consultation was US$5 dollars. After that I was
supposed to see the doctor but a nurse told me I would need to wait for 4 or 5
hours and if I wanted I could come back in the afternoon, when the clinic was
less crowded because you were supposed to pay an emergency fee. The emergency
fee was US$7 dollars.
I came back in the afternoon where there were no other
patients indeed, mostly because they don’t want to pay the extra fee but also
because most of them go in the morning to be able to go to work after the
consultation.
The doctor said I had an infection but she could not
determine the exact type because they don’t do that kind of test so I should be
treated with a medication that could help “most” of the types. The doctor
prescribed antibiotics but she also told me that I needed to be careful because
many antibiotics in Liberia are expired or altered.
Luckily I brought those antibiotics with me from the US and
did not have to worry about “fake” medicine. But I started to think about
people who do.Would you imagine the frustration of waiting for 4 or 5 hours at the clinic feeling ill and afterwards buying a medicine that is not going to work because is adulterated? or even worse having the doctor telling you that he is going to guess what kind of infection you have, because they don’t have the equipment to do further tests? That morning I saw kids and seniors, burning in fever or clearly in a lot of pain waiting long hours to see the doctor and I did not even want to start imagining how long they would have to wait in a public hospital.
That day I felt as hopeless as many Liberians may feel when
their country is not able to provide them with the basic services they need to
have a good quality of life. That day I understood how lucky I am for being
born in a country with more opportunities, and how unfair it is that a random
fact, such as where you are born, determines your access to opportunities for
the rest of your life.
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