Sunday May 19th, 2013 was the day I nearly died. I know what you’re thinking. Calm down, its not as bad as it sounds.
2 weeks before I was at Rooftop Chinese restaurant Lekki – the review for that one is another story. On my way back, there was a noise maker in the bus (sadly, I don’t own a car 🙁 ). By noisemaker, I mean those people who board buses to sell wares and keep screaming at you to buy their stuff all through the journey.This particular woman was selling one “gbogbo ni se” sachet that is supposedly a good toxin cleanser. For some stupid reason, I bought 3 sachets (I think she used jazz).
On the19th of May, I finally took 1 sachet exactly as directed.5 mins later, I had to use the toilet (which is supposedly how the drug works).
15 mins later, I was back in the toilet!
30 mins, and I felt dizzy and weak with a pain in my stomach. I couldn’t eat anything.
1 hour later and I had these sharp pains in my stomach. I puked. I was in so much pain, I literally thought I was gonna die! Mumsy quickly rushed me to GMC in our neighbour’s car (SMH at Mumsy for not knowing how to drive).
The first thing I noticed on walking in was the CROWD. After buying a card, a nurse checked my temperature, height etc and we had to wait to see the doctor. We waited for over 90mins! And to make things worse, I’d left my phone at home so I couldn’t even browse or chat 🙁
The amazing thing was how non-chalant the nurses appeared, just slowly working like worms, as if nobody was waiting. I still don’t understand why a big hospital like that would have only 1 doctor on seat at any given time, meaning someone on the verge of death would probably die if they were taken there :-l
While waiting, I had to use the toilet to “blow” my nose. Lo and Behold, there was NO TISSUE in the restroom!!!!! :-s(SMH) What sort of hospital doesn’t keep tissue in its toilet??? Meanwhile, certain people who came in after us were jumping the queue, and saw the doctor before us.The nurses weren’t even bothered!
We FINALLY got to see the doctor. After examination, he asked me to try eating again and if I didn’t puke, he’d give me some drugs to take home, but if I puked again, I’d have to be admitted. I hadn’t been to church in a month, but I prayed in ALL the languages I know (English, Igbo, even pidgin). We were directed to their kitchen, but the cook was nowhere to be found. She showed up after 20mins and all they had was rice. We still had to wait for her to fry plantain and warm the stew. Thankfully, I ate without puking, went back to the doctor (trust mumsy, she sef jump queue). We got our prescription and headed to their pharmacy where we waited for another 30mins because the nurses were too busy gisting. I was more than happy to FINALLY leave at 4:30pm having spent the WHOLE day at GMC.
If you have an emergency, DO NOT for any reason go to GMC. If anything happens, you’re On Your Own (OYO). They definitely need to work on their timeliness and speed. Sadly, I couldn’t get any pictures of their toilet, crowded waiting room or kitchen because I wasn’t with my phone 🙁