We were actually kind of taking our time yesterday morning, and Ruth had made some delicious gluten free pancakes for us all. I was in the process of writing yesterday's blog post, and our couchsurfing hosts Kurt and Leizel were getting their kids ready to go to a birthday party. Ruth was in the kitchen, tidying up.
Then we heard Ruth calling. "Kevin! I've cut myself. And it's bad!"
I jumped up and ran into the kitchen. Ruth is holding her hand, and I see the blood running into the sink. She hadn't really looked at it yet; she just knew that it was bad enough to warrant holding it tightly. I grabbed a roll of paper towel and ripped off a few sheets and we clamped them onto the wound.
She had been washing some dishes and a glass had shattered while her hand was inside washing it. Of course she had been twisting her hand in the inside of the glass, and the sharp edge cut right into her hand when it broke.
We got things settled down and had a quick look at it. We all agreed it needed some professional help. We got rid of the paper towels and Leizel got us a more sturdy dish drying towel to hold onto Ruth's hand.
Then Kurt got us into the car, and we headed for a nearby private hospital. The plan was we would see what the lineup was like, and check and see what the cost would be.
There were not many people waiting.
We asked for the price ahead of time, and they said it would be maximum R1,700 ($178.00) if it needed stitches. But when the emergency reception girls found out we would be paying ourselves, they suggested that it might be faster and cheaper to go to an after hours clinic around the corner.
We did also have the option of going to a state hospital where it's entirely possible that Ruth would have been treated for free. But odds are good the wait would have been much longer, and we would have been waiting with a whole bunch of sick people. No thanks!
So we went off to the clinic around the corner, and we were quite happy that we did. The receptionist's name was also Ruth, and she told us that the consultation fee would be R540 ($56.70) and if it needed stitches it would be a further R330 ($34.65). Much better than the price quoted by the hospital.
There were four people in front of us.
Ruth, waiting her turn. She was smiling, and I told her she should be frowning! After all, we're not here for fun!
The nurse, Sister Valerie, came by and checked Ruth's wound. She said that yes, it was going to need stitches as we suspected. (By the way, the "Sister" title is not a religious one. Here, the head nurse or one in a supervisory position, is called "Sister").
Not long after, it was our turn and we headed into the examination room. Dr. Vanden Berg came in and had a look.
Sister Valerie, Dr. Vanden Berg, and Ruth. Even in the face of adversity, Ruth has to laugh!
They froze up the hand, and the doctor went to work. There wasn't much to clean up, but she checked that all of the nerves and tendons were still working fine, and stitched things up.
The finished product didn't look so bad!
But, it will have to remain all bandaged up for at least 2 days and of course it will be sore for a while. Then, we'll have to arrange to get the stitches taken out at some point a week or ten days down the road.
Total bill? R870 ($91.35) exactly as they had quoted. We can try to collect back from our Canadian provincial medical plan (OHIP), but it's probably not worth the effort.
Now, back to our regularly scheduled programming...
On Saturday night, we had been invited to Leizel's parents house. Kurt had made a special kind of curry, and Leizle's mother had made a different one. We love curry!
Mouth watering good!
Kurt's curry was "Tripe and Trotters", a fairly traditional South African curry that included the stomach lining and the hooves! I have to admit, eating the stomach is not that appealing to me. Still, the flavor was wonderful and we enjoyed the food. Joy's curry was made with mutton and it was delicious.
Ruth, Kevin, Kurt, Llewellyn, Joy, and Leisel.
Joy and Llewellyn are Leisel's Mom and Dad.
We had such a fun evening. And probably too much wine. Oh well. Kurt wasn't drinking, so he did the driving home. Thanks for having us Llewellyn and Joy, we had a wonderful time!