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It was a teaching hospital and on Monday they appeared. I was assigned a nice but slightly nervous female resident who spoke rather good English. There was no physical exam though she did listen briefly to my chest after I pulled my shirt up and she did inquire about my other meds. She never asked if I was still taking them (they were in my shaving kit and I was self-administering them). She checked my temperature with an axillary (armpit) thermometer and popped an oximeter on me while she took my blood pressure. The only sputum sample taken was the beet stained sample taken at the original hospital 3 days before and the culture or microscopic results never showed up. Axillary temperatures were also taken by the nurses. They pulled the thermometer out of a pocket and I kept wondering who had used it before me because I saw no sterilization.
The resident informed me I could walk around, even outdoors, but to use the stairs because there was no draft in the elevator and she was worried about me picking up something in the air. God bless her, she typed in the password, in Cyrillic, for the WiFi system and so I rejoined the world. I was given a face mask but my wearing it was voluntary. So I wandered around the hospital grounds where only half the patients were wearing face masks. The hospital was on a busy street in downtown Chisinau and the patients were out in the streets, among the regular citizens, buying food and cigarettes, with or without a face mask. If a really sick patient needed to go to another building for additional tests, then his friends tied him onto a stretcher and the 4 manhandled him out of the hospital, through the grounds and into the other laboratory.
I am feeling good, losing weight, getting hours of naps, all my lab work is good, my oxygen saturation is 99% and I’m ready to go home. I was then informed that they needed to check my pacemaker. They haven’t put a stethoscope to my heart yet, but whatever. I get a resident escorted trip down the street to the cardiology building and again go to the front of the line. Everything is the same as it was a year ago and I have 8 years left on my battery. .
The next day was Thursday and it is grand rounds with the head of the hospital. I am half asleep and in marches 15 female residents (apparently the males are on a surgical rotation), a female head resident and the director. Crap. As I am scrambling to sit up it occurs to me that I haven’t had a shower in 6 days, haven’t gotten out of my clothes in 6 days, and my hair is standing straight up with enough grease to lube a car.
The head is a cardiologist, very personable and his English was good. Once he found out I was a physician from Seattle that was the end of discussing my problem. It turns out he had just returned from Olympia where his son works as a cardiologist. (We could have been on the same plane). But he felt I should stay to get some spirometry done. About 30 minutes later the resident returned and walked me down the hall to see the head of the Institute. He shooed out the residents, closed the door and asked if I minded some talk. Hell, at that point I would talk to anyone. We discussed the natural wonders of Washington State from the Canadian border to Portland and Mt St Helens, practicing medicine in the States and his return to visit his grandson again. I invited him to visit me on his next trip. It turned out that I was the first American in the institute (?first one that survived?) so we had a photo shoot of me and the boss, and me and the residents, for posterity.
The next day I have my spirometry in a different building and I walked there escorted by my personal resident. We pre-paid for the test ($5.00) and I went to the head of the line of 20 people. Again, I’m feeling awkward but they had bland faces as they stared at the obvious foreigner. But the test was good, that box was ticked and then they informed me I wouldn’t be discharged that day because they needed more tests. I am now getting the impression that they are thinking of reasons to keep me.
The waiting room for spirometry was an eye opener. In Eastern European fashion, those that were wearing masks, pulled them to one side and spat on the floor. A lady with a pail of what smelled of chlorine, walked up and down the hall, took her ladle and drowned each patch of sputum.
The next morning they drew 4 tubes of blood and I waited, packed and ready. My personal resident escorted me to the cashier window in another building after I had exchanged US dollars for lei. I got a receipt, found my way back to the ward, gave it to the nurse and walked out with my X-rays and some follow up oral prescriptions. I left the hospital before I called Vladimir for a ride home because I was afraid they would find another reason to keep me. However they already had 2 more people in face masks in the other beds before I got my luggage out.
I posed some gentle questions to the residents about the state of medicine in Moldova and it was interesting. One had a mother who was a physician and realized the limitations of the system she would be working with for the next 40 years. The head of the institute is a political job and the last head tried to change procedures and was gone for rocking the boat. However, if I was in an impoverished country with limited funds for a system that expected free care I’m not sure what I would do differently.
The initial ambulance, 5 outpatient days, the second ambulance, 7 hospital days, the cardiology consult, and the adventure came to $107 USD. The relief of getting out, priceless.
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