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"Finally," I have also made it! After just about every volunteer here had at least one hospital stay behind, it was now time for me to make this experience. After I bled after a motorbike accident on the chin and the ear, I was transported into the next Becak and the luckily only 250m distant hospital, where I surrounded first 4 nurses, down on a couch forced to participate with needle and thread herumzudocktern my chin. After I had now heard quite a few horror stories about Indonesian doctors, I was pleasantly surprised, because the sisters seemed really was (and also give the injections, I had to learn later, unfortunately) from sewing to understand. In any case, all were eager to ask me questions, to take blood to administer tetanus injections (guess where? Jaaaaaa exactly, I was allowed only once letting down his pants) or just standing around and staring at the bleeding and somewhat confused foreigners. After the initial shock subsided, then the next came in the form of a bracelet with my name and number. It was also told that we "go take pictures" now - Mooooment ... I know from somewhere else. In any second-rate detective series is there somewhere, in the scene where the victim comes to the morgue ... halloooo, I'm not dead yet (what you as readers already know, because if I really would have blessed the time, I would not be able to write this blog).
The photos turned out to as CT because they wanted to exclude a concussion. Until the analysis of the images they wanted to keep me first in the hospital, so I spent the night with still 4 other patients in a room.
Before I came to sleep, it was said to receive visit ... I was not 2 hours in the hospital when the first front of the door, or rather stood by the bed. Total came about 10 people on the one evening that had to be partially divided into groups of visitors, there was not enough room. Do not ask me how does something like that, but within the first 1.5 hours after my accident seemed half the town to know that I'm in the hospital (I had only 2 people said ... the modest leader of my organization and my contact person in the project!). to be able to after I had told how the accident happened 200 times windchill, I managed to even get some sleep and then the next morning to receive the next visitor. Fortunately, however, were not only guests but also the love nice doctor with the CT images. With my brain is all right (in other words, there is not much worse than before ^ ^) and I was allowed to go home! Until now all healed really well and to follow up on Thursday I'm probably back as healthy as before the accident!