SG,
My experience at SOS was remarkably different from yours.
In July 2002, at 6:00 am, I was walking in the already crowded Jimbaran market with the Chef at Bumbu Bali. My right foot slipped on a step that I had not seen, because of the crowd around me. There was like the pop of a gun fire, and a really excruciating pain in my right ankle. At first, I thought someone had shot me. But in Bali!? It turned out that I probably had torn my Achilles tendon. My wife said we should observe it for the next couple of hours: if it turned black, I had to be evacuated for repair urgently (She used to be a professional tennis pro and coach, and had seen many such injuries). It did not turn black, but I was in pain. So, in the afternoon, I ended up at SOS.
The staff was very nice of course, but the doctor totally useless. He obviously did not know what to do about the injury, which is not that uncommon (the ankle should have been immediately immobilized). He just bandaged it, and he also told me he would call Jakarta to confer with one of his colleagues about what to do next. Unfortunately, the colleague was not available at the time. We waited for about one hour, but still no Jakarta doctor.
Since there were no point for me to hang around, the doctor told me to go home, and he would continue to call Jakarta, and report to me about what should be done…Five years later, I am still waiting for his phone call telling me my next move is to be…
Three months later, upon my return to the US, I was told by a
real doctor that my Achilles tendon had almost been severed, and I was lucky it was only "almost." However, there was nothing to be done, after such a long time with no treatment.
Keep on smiling.
Daniel
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"War is terrorism on a bigger budget."