Why are nurses so rude? The almost ten minutes I spent at LUTH.

Don’t touch anyone when you go to a dermatology clinic. It’s common sense.

However, contracting any skin diseases were the least of my worries when I went to LUTH at Harvey Road. I didn’t even spend up to ten minutes there.

As someone who’s been frequenting public hospitals, I know that nurses are rude. But this one made me want to cry. But as the hard girl I am, I held it in and almost trekked to my house in frustration.

This is how the conversation between the nurse and me went.

Me: Good morning. I have a referral.
Nurse: (doesn’t look at me) sit down.

Two minutes later, she collects my letter and reads it.

Nurse: Where are the skin patches?

I proceed to show her my skin which elicits a disgusted look from her.

She mumbles something about rashes.

Nurse: You’re allergic to bites. The only cure is to cover up. You’ll outgrow them.

Me: I’ve had them since I was —

Nurse: Since you were a baby. Cover up.

Me: I also had chicken pox when I was–

Nurse: You have added that one to it. Your appointment is in October. Bring your money for registration and urine in a clean bottle.

Me: (remembers the urgent reason I came) I have blisters popping up all over my skin. (Proceeds to show her a very ugly one which she doesn’t even look at). It’s urgent.

Nurse: When you come for your appointment in October. Go. Bye-bye.

As I walked through the halls, the tears threatened to come but I held it in. I’ve always known our health system was bad but I didn’t expect this.

These blisters I have all over my legs are sweeping up and are giving me headache and fever and you ask me to come back in October. When I die?

I don’t even know what it is or what’s causing it. There is even no apology or sympathy. I carried my pain, swollen legs and money, dragged myself to the bloody clinic and this is what I get. I’m appalled.

If you know any other dermatology clinic (that’s not so expensive), please let me know in the comments.

Yo, I’m Dee.

I’m obsessed with helping young people be creative, do creative stuff, and put that creative stuff online. I write about my journey to finding creative freedom, and everything I’ve learnt about being & promoting yourself in the digital space. 

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