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I received this from a friend living in Harare, Zimbabwe. (I have changed a persons name to "Good Samaritan")
"Government hospitals, if you may call them that, in Zimbabwe. A pensioner badly injured in a car accident just last week. The ambulance took the pensioner to Parienyetwa, Harare’s flagship government hospital. A Good Samaritan followed the ambulance but had to search the hospital for hours for the pensioner. He hadn’t been admitted into any wards. Eventually the Samaritan found him parked on a stretcher in a corridor, unattended despite the fact he was lying in his soiled underwear, in considerable pain and still bleeding badly.
Appalled, the Good Samaritan tracked down a nurse who said she was waiting on a doctor. They waited, waited, and waited for the doctor. Who eventually came. He examined the pensioner and prescribed medication to be administered through the drip, but not before someone had paid for the drip and the pain medication. The Good Samaritan rushed to the hospital pharmacy, but alas, Zimbabwe’s largest referral hospital didn’t have any drips in stock, or any medicine. So, the Good Samaritan rushed off in his car to buy the drip and the muti (medicine) elsewhere, and they were administered by the doctor. Next up, the doctor decided the pensioner needed x-rays and a CT scan of the head and the chest. But in another alas, the scanning equipment in the hospital was broken.
So at midnight, 13 hours after the accident, the Good Samaritan organized for an ambulance to take the pensioners to a private clinic for the scan. By now, the Good Samaritan was badly traumatized by his Parienyetwa experience. He phoned all the private hospitals in Harare, begging and pleading them to admit the pensioner, but they couldn’t, wouldn’t, not until he’d been discharged from Parienyetwa. Which was a snag, considering the pensioner had yet to be admitted.
Long story short, the pensioner was returned to Parienyetwa, where he remained untreated, because the doctors didn’t have the drugs, or the equipment needed to treat him. At 03.30 in the morning, the doctor called it a day, and sent the pensioner home, where he later died of his injuries."
I can only think that I made the right choice to head for the hills. From a country that was well administered to fall to nothing breaks my heart.
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"Government hospitals, if you may call them that, in Zimbabwe. A pensioner badly injured in a car accident just last week. The ambulance took the pensioner to Parienyetwa, Harare’s flagship government hospital. A Good Samaritan followed the ambulance but had to search the hospital for hours for the pensioner. He hadn’t been admitted into any wards. Eventually the Samaritan found him parked on a stretcher in a corridor, unattended despite the fact he was lying in his soiled underwear, in considerable pain and still bleeding badly.
Appalled, the Good Samaritan tracked down a nurse who said she was waiting on a doctor. They waited, waited, and waited for the doctor. Who eventually came. He examined the pensioner and prescribed medication to be administered through the drip, but not before someone had paid for the drip and the pain medication. The Good Samaritan rushed to the hospital pharmacy, but alas, Zimbabwe’s largest referral hospital didn’t have any drips in stock, or any medicine. So, the Good Samaritan rushed off in his car to buy the drip and the muti (medicine) elsewhere, and they were administered by the doctor. Next up, the doctor decided the pensioner needed x-rays and a CT scan of the head and the chest. But in another alas, the scanning equipment in the hospital was broken.
So at midnight, 13 hours after the accident, the Good Samaritan organized for an ambulance to take the pensioners to a private clinic for the scan. By now, the Good Samaritan was badly traumatized by his Parienyetwa experience. He phoned all the private hospitals in Harare, begging and pleading them to admit the pensioner, but they couldn’t, wouldn’t, not until he’d been discharged from Parienyetwa. Which was a snag, considering the pensioner had yet to be admitted.
Long story short, the pensioner was returned to Parienyetwa, where he remained untreated, because the doctors didn’t have the drugs, or the equipment needed to treat him. At 03.30 in the morning, the doctor called it a day, and sent the pensioner home, where he later died of his injuries."
I can only think that I made the right choice to head for the hills. From a country that was well administered to fall to nothing breaks my heart.
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