Bumrungrad Fiasco
Drama in Bangkok. I got sick. Knew I shouldn't have bragged that I hadn't gotten sick yet. Why tempt fate?
I ate something bad and spent a day in my room in agony. Entered that feverish haze where nothing makes sense. People came and went from the hostel dorm room. A girl from Vermont checked out and left behind a clown wig. Still haven't figure out why someone would be traveling with that. The cleaning staff came in to change the sheets, discovered the wig, and danced around in it giggling.
Ended up having to go to Bumrungrad International, which is the best hospital in Asia. Very strange experience. To start, my insurance wasn't accepted. (Here's an idea RBC. If you hawk a wildly expensive plan based on the fact that one will not have to pay up front for emergency medical, you might want to actually deliver that service. Just a thought.)
Plus, Bumrungrad looks more like a hotel than a hospital. There are porters at the front door, a Starbucks in the lobby, and you receive a complimentary toiletry case when you check in. Spent the night there hooked up to an IV feeling more than a little sorry for myself. Being sick in a foreign country definitely sucks.
When I checked out, the insurance situation still hadn't been settled, so I had to fork over quite a bit of cash. The Thai women at the cashier's office felt so badly that they apologized profusely, waied, and gave me a Bumrungrad International pen to take back to my country. And a card for a free Starbucks coffee.
I ate something bad and spent a day in my room in agony. Entered that feverish haze where nothing makes sense. People came and went from the hostel dorm room. A girl from Vermont checked out and left behind a clown wig. Still haven't figure out why someone would be traveling with that. The cleaning staff came in to change the sheets, discovered the wig, and danced around in it giggling.
Ended up having to go to Bumrungrad International, which is the best hospital in Asia. Very strange experience. To start, my insurance wasn't accepted. (Here's an idea RBC. If you hawk a wildly expensive plan based on the fact that one will not have to pay up front for emergency medical, you might want to actually deliver that service. Just a thought.)
Plus, Bumrungrad looks more like a hotel than a hospital. There are porters at the front door, a Starbucks in the lobby, and you receive a complimentary toiletry case when you check in. Spent the night there hooked up to an IV feeling more than a little sorry for myself. Being sick in a foreign country definitely sucks.
When I checked out, the insurance situation still hadn't been settled, so I had to fork over quite a bit of cash. The Thai women at the cashier's office felt so badly that they apologized profusely, waied, and gave me a Bumrungrad International pen to take back to my country. And a card for a free Starbucks coffee.
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