When we were still in Shangri-La, PM had to get a physical. This was a fascinating opportunity to see some Chinese health-care in action. By our standards, it seemed a little … less than we would have desired for our own care. By Chinese standards, I think, it was pretty great. I’ve heard some stories…
On the day we had to go, it was pouring.
We walked over to the hospital complex, which consists of two large buildings across the street from each other, surrounded by a few smaller buildings.
Look at the beautiful Tibetan-design courtyard in the back!
…and a chest x-ray for TB. I insisted they find a lead apron for her, because I’m sure they were going to do it without one. PM shown here with her wai-ban (foreigner expert), who made the visit go as smoothly as it could go. And even then, it took part of two days of visits…..
If you need a blood test, be prepared to stick your arm through a window into the lab area. Below, PM comforts another patient while waiting her turn.
I’m used to American hospitals, where they change stuff for each patient. Not so here in the EKG room.
I really love signs, and the hospital was full of them. I don’t read Chinese, so I’m not sure what you are supposed to do to keep Mr. Stomach healthy and happy.
In fact, a law was recently passed that made smoking in public places illegal. I think it’s going to take awhile. We left Shangri-La later that day, and spent a few cold, damp hours in the bus station. Was it better to be by the open doors and freeze, or closer to the middle and inhale everyone’s smoke?