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.