Name of Hospital: Hospital Kuala Lumpur
City, State/Province, Country: Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Number of Stars: 1
Comment: I was admitted from Universiti Islam Antrabangsa Malaysia Gombak campus’ clinic to Hospital Kuala Lumpur after doing some tests required to diagnose me for why I had a seizure. I told them this is not the first time since I had many in the past. I was diagnosed prior to my studies in this university with depression, social anxiety, and schizoid personality disorder, lost consciousness few times in the past, also had a brother who had many seizures through his life.
So the story begins this way, I had a seizure in a lecture, and the instructor called campus medics. They took me to their clinic, did some tests as stated above. Then they took me to get my passport from my hostel room -back then I did not know why the ambulance driver asked me to take it- then they took me to a psych ward or a “neuro ward ” in Hospital Kuala Lumpur.
They did tests and everything seemed normal like in the campus clinic, but then they put me in bed with saline water bag set to my arms intravenously and they were giving me valproate sodium and various painful injections. I didn’t know if they were anti-psychotics or anti-convulsants. Then during the night, I could not sleep due to having insomnia, and the room wasn’t cooled – it just had fans and was humid.
Whenever the saline bag finished they brought another bag. I started to realize there was something wrong at that point. The bad part started at the second day in the morning, I asked why they brought another saline bag the nurse simply answered: water for electrolytes. The third time he changed the saline bag I began to remove it, then he set it to my arm again, my forearm began to swell, and it didn’t stop. While it was still swelling, I removed it for good.
They should have given me decent food instead of these saline bags and small meals. In the first day they just gave me sandwiches through the day.
I started to argue with the nurse who would not allow me to walk through the ward or answer my questions about my treatment. There is no transparency at all; the nurse said, just say stay in your bed and sleep. I said I couldn’t sleep and that I wanted the doctor. He said you will get a doctor, just sleep – I said I need him now, and I need to know what’s happening. He said, he will come in at 8:00 AM. I waited, but no one came. Then that nurse shift finished and other nurses replaced him. I tried to talk with them but their attitude and their answers were the same as the previous nurse.
Finally, a doctor came to visit me. I said, “Why I am still here? I want to be discharged.” He said if you want to be discharged you need to sign here and pay and you will not get any medication. It’s good to mention the hospital was public, by the way – I said I have insurance – do you accept it? He said I don’t know, you need to ask the accountant after you sign.
I also told him I couldn’t sleep, he gave me alprazolam before that I asked him does this have side effects he said no then I went to bed but with no sleep except a 40 minutes I don’t remember what exactly but a few flashbacks and it was not good.
Type of program (i.e. day program, inpatient): Inpatient
Any other identities/marginalizations (i.e. race/gender/sexuality) that could have influenced your stay?: Ethnic Malays
Year(s) : 2016