The Gift of Sickness
Trip Start Jan 26, 2006
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Ignorance is not always bliss...
I had to fill out medical forms, which of course where not in English. I was asked what was my religion. I, of course, responded with "Christian". At that moment, I unknowingly sealed my fate. I later questioned one of my peers as to why they would have asked me such a question. She told me that some medicines they prescribe have fat lard in them and it is against Muslim beliefs to ingest fat lard. I remember thinking to myself; I should have told them I was Muslim!!! Shouldn't it be against everyone's set of beliefs to ingest fat lard?! How sick is that? I hope this story will make you think twice next time you are asked to define your religion.
To the Exam Room...
I followed the doctor into a nearby room and was asked to lie down on the gurney. Dr. Marzuki took no vitals, no temp and asked very few questions. He prescribed me about 25 meds and sent me on my way but not before giving me one good slap on my tummy. And let me tell you it helped. And right after that I threw up again. I guess that is how they cure sickness in this country.