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Hospital Nightmare

After publishing my last post, a friend got in touch with me and told me about about her crazy experience with the same hospital. Her version is better than anything I could write, so here you go:

I have a hilarious story about Dongsan Hospital.
I went there a few months ago on a weekend for the morning after pill (you need a prescription here)… I fill in all the papers and sit down in the waiting room. Ten minutes later a half dozen doctors come in and start questioning me.
They start off innocent enough: When did you last have sex? When was your last period? Etc.
Then it gets really personal: Who did you have sex with? Did you wash your vagina?
By this point I’m furious! Everyone in the waiting room is listening to the doctors question me.
Another 10-15 minutes of awkward questions. Finally I look at the clipboard the doctor has and it says my birthday is 1998 instead of 1988.
It turns out that they thought I was a child prostitute.
Then they start in on questions about how I got to Korea, why I was here, Etc.
Best part is at the end one of the doctors tried to ask me out. I said, “are you joking? Five minutes ago you thought I was a prostitute!”

I can’t decide if I’m more bothered by the fact that they automatically assumed she was a prostitute or that they asked so many embarrassingly personal questions in front of the whole waiting room.

Oh, Korea…

Until next time.


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Medical Check

Today is an “I hate Korea” day (I don’t really hate Korea…that’s just what I call these days). I’m trying to get a medical check for my Chinese Z (work) visa, but I’m having trouble finding a hospital willing to fill out the form. It’s exactly the same as the Korean medical form, except that it’s in Chinese and English instead of Korean and English.

Apparently my local university hospital has some policy about only filling out medical forms for Korean visas. Given the fact that the girl with whom I spoke was completely rude, I have to wonder if she was just lying to me to avoid a bit of work. Seems like she went to the same customer service school as many other Koreans.

Since all of the foreign service offices at hospitals close at 5pm, and I get off work at 4:30pm, I don’t have the option of trying several hospitals. Wish me luck as I start calling around.

Until next time.


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Broken Bones

I’ve been growing concerned over the past few months because of a rash of broken bones at my school.  At least once a week, my students tell me that someone is absent because he “broke his leg [or arm].”  The first time or two, I didn’t give it much thought – after all, these kids are very physical and broken bones have to be expected.  But the stories of broken bones kept rolling in.

Last month, two students in my after-school class were missing on the same day.  Absences are rare in that class, so I noticed immediately.  The other students explained that they were injured while playing soccer.  They went to the hospital after one broke his leg and the other broke his finger.  The next day, another student broke his leg playing soccer.  This can’t be normal.  I think it’s time for the school to invest in some extra milk.

The day of my open class, a few weeks ago, Mr. Kim informed me that one of the foreign (American) teachers who was slated to visit our school and watch my class would not make it.  He said that Anthony broke his leg.  Apparently this is happening everywhere, and not just to students.

On Tuesday of this week, I went to another foreign teacher’s open class.  As we were waiting for the class to start, I asked a lady from the Office of Education about Anthony’s injury.  She said that he is doing well, but the burns on his leg will take some time to heal.

Wait…what?   Did he burn himself at the same time as he broke his leg?  Was he in a car wreck or a house fire?  She explained that he spilled hot water on his leg and sustained a serious burn.  But she was unaware of any broken bones.

As soon as I got back to school, I asked Mr. Kim about Anthony’s injury again.

Me:  Mr. Kim, do you know what happened to Anthony, the other foreign teacher who missed our open class?
Mr. Kim:  Oh, yes.  [Translation: I don’t have a clue what you just said.]
Me:  The teacher who broke his leg, do you remember?
Mr. Kim:  Yes.
Me:  How did he break his leg?
Mr. Kim:  Because very hot.

That’s when it hit me – “broken” does not necessarily mean fracture.  I thought back to the students who “broke” arms and legs.  Some of them never even wore a cast, but I was so busy that I didn’t pay any attention.

Now I’m one step closer to speaking Konglish.  “Broken” means injured.  I also learned that “hospital” can be a reference to any doctor’s office.  So next time someone is at the “hospital” because they “broke” their leg, it is entirely possible that they are at the doctor’s office for a rash.

Until next time.


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