(by David:)
Since school began for the kids (3.5 weeks ago) we have been at the hospital, laboratory or clinic almost every day. If we fully understood the health system and of course the language this process would be a lot simpler but… we are not quite there yet. All kids need to pass a medical to be registered at school this medical consists of: physical examination, eye examination, ECG, urine, stool and blood analysis, blood analysis from both parents (for syphilis) and an update on all immunizations. During this process we discovered that Emma has WPW syndrome and Jo had a scary episode with coca-cola colored pee but the most complicated by far was the stool analysis. Once we found out that we needed to collect a stool sample Jo got constipated and Emma got the runs not to mention our doctors (each region of the city has a doctor assigned to it; we are in section 27) did not know the address of the laboratory where we needed to take the samples. After finally collecting samples from each and using old, cleaned and stapled shut juice boxes (they do not provide sterile containers) I headed off to the lab. First try I arrived late. They only accept incoming samples from 8am until 11am and seeing as it was Friday I would have to wait till Monday and she said the samples need to be fresh. So Sunday night we get new juice boxes and do it again. Monday morning I arrive at 10:30 (plenty of time to drop off the samples). To my surprise the lady asks me where the kids are and then starts to yell at me, telling me that she explained all this to me on Friday. Two new juice boxes, fresh samples and one day later I return with the kids. “So you’ve paid already?” she asks. “I am sorry, I don’t know where the cashier is.” The cashier, of course, is in a completely different building located a five minute walk away. When I finally hand her the samples she says “what’s this?” “We don’t accept samples like this. They have to be in match boxes. I told you three times - MATCH boxes!” I told her that we cleaned the boxes well and she said “clean!? What can be dirtier than poo!?” In the end she had mercy on me and took the samples, and, with the whole waiting room looking on swabbed the kids bottoms to check for worm eggs with a re-usable swab (metal stick with cotton wrapped around the end, the cotton was new….I hope). Later that day I went to pick up the results. No worms. She asked me why I would bring my little kids to this place and we had a nice conversation.
The last step in this medical check was getting an important doctor to write up the form (which allows them to attend school). She explained that the kids are way behind in their immunizations and in order to attend they would need to get immunized for Tuberculosis. I tried to explain that we would rather stick with getting immunized in Canada. Understandably they did not want to be held responsible if our kids were to get sick. I asked if there was any way that the kids would be able to attend without getting the TB immunization, maybe by writing up a refusal. She said there was little chance of that being allowed but she would talk to the next doctor up the chain. We still might want the kids to get the shot but are just not so sure it is the best decision right now- especially when they are still sick. So we feared for a couple of days that our time at the school was coming to an end but figured if it was meant to be it would somehow work out. When I met with the doctor today she said they would be allowed if we wrote up an official document saying that we as the parents hold responsibility for the whole thing. We still have to bring in Josiah for one more check… hopefully there are no more complications. For the month of October, the doctors and nurses have been my language helpers!
We got the results back for Josiah’s urine test and it looks good- just a little salty but that is ok. We don’t know what it was exactly that caused the problem earlier this week. I am taking him to the kidney hospital to have a little check-up.