Talking of Button in August I think it was he came home limping and after a week or so he had not improved. Although I thought it was a sprain I decided to take him to Animal Care in Egypt (ACE). Well the first time I tried to take him he managed to escape the basket and shoot off as I got to the bottom of the stairs into the garden. The next time was a bit more serious and detailed below.
So on to the tribulations of Thursday 18 September. Emad (our landlord’s eldest son) had offered to take me (at 10.00 am) and so I was waiting for him. A friend of mine her soft cat case as I couldn't find mine. I got Button in but he managed to escape by the time I got to the gate. I re-captured him put him back in but as I tried to close the case he escaped again.
I caught him yet again but couldn't close the bag. So I called Emad to help me by closing the cat carrier and that is when the trouble started. Apparently Button hates and I mean really hates Egyptian men. (I always thought he didn't like my cleaner because of the noise he made but it was more serious than that.). As Button escaped the bag again I caught him by the scruff of his neck and he then proceeded to bite be as he was frightened. I wasn't sure what to do next as it was really, really painful. My brain then kicked in and I let go of Button and then he let go of me and that was when the blood started to flow. Emad was quick witted and got the towel out of the cat carrier and wrapped it round my hand and then drove me to the local hospital. That was when the comedy of errors ensued.
A nurse saw me and called another nurse. For some reason a foreigner in the hospital was an event! The wound was cleaned and I was told that they could not do anything else, not even dress it as the bite wound had to be allowed to the air! But it was still bleeding! So they called a doctor who said that it was their policy not to dress bite wounds. They then injected me with the rabies vaccine and a pain killer. I was then x-rayed to check that the bite didn't enter the wound and it was clear. They wanted over 200le and Emad negotiated the fee and I ended up only paying 20le in baksheesh. The tourist police that followed me round wouldn't take anything.
I was surprised whilst in the x-ray department as the guy that took us there started to smoke under a no smoking sign. Then the tech light up a cigarette when he went into the developing room. The first guy then took us back to the Dr and on the way dropped his ciggy, without extinguishing it, on the stairs. Then the doctor was smoking in his office. Plus the place was filthy.
I called Jos who happened to answer her phone on the way back from the hospital and she was there when I got home. At this time it was mid-day and, guess what! the wound was still bleeding, or rather slowly oozing. So between us we decided that I would go to the St Joseph Clinic (I had asked Emad to take me there and he’d said that it would mean a payment to them … well yes!).
So off we went to the Clinic and they were FAB. I told them I had been to a local hospital but they were fine with that. They said that although they would not stitch the wound (as they didn't stitch bites) they clean the wound and dress it and check my bloods to see if I had a coagulation problem. The wound was sorted and then the phlebotomist came in and she couldn't find a vein, so she went in the back of my hand and had to jiggle the needle round and still didn't get enough blood (result a rather large bruise). I said I had one on the inside of my arm but she wouldn't believe me and so tried the outside of my arm – again no joy. Then just as she was about to attack an ankle another chap came in and got enough blood from the outside of my left wrist, so I got some lovely bruises.
I was told to clean the wound twice a day and was diligent in my efforts. The first bandage change was the worst as the dressing was saturated and I shared the progress on my Facebook page. But will share some here too ...
the first bandage change the morning of 19 September 2014
(i did this twice a day for two weeks)
Day 4 - 22 September 2014
Day 6 - 26 September 2014
Well I can tell you that I have the faintest of wounds and all thanks the Clinic on St Joseph Street.
5 October 2014