When in Seoul: Medical Edition

In all of the different things we have experienced, especially having a baby here, many of them fell into a “medical” category. Again I will say, we try to tell you about things that are true of Korean culture and not just our isolated incidences here so you get an {semi} accurate view of life in Korea.

I also feel the need to apologize if I repeat myself on here; I can barely (read: don’t) remember what I had for dinner last night, so remembering all the things I have already told you is basically out of the question (and going back to reread what I have already written is also not going to happen).

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Now that you have been fully disclaimed, here we go…

MERS protocols

When we moved here last June, it was right in the middle an outbreak of the Middle East Respiratory Virus (MERS). We didn’t know what that would entail as we moved here, but we were prepared to avoid public and stay home if advised. The outbreak was not severe here in Korea, but precautions were taken. At that point we didn’t know what the “norm” was vs. what was just because of MERS, like taking our temperature before entering hospitals and government  buildings. I had just started to think it was normal as I made my weekly visits to the hospital for my prenatal checkups, but after about three weeks, the temperature-taking checkpoints were gone.

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Pre AND post pregnancy rules

Bless the women that tried to tell me I needed my birthday steak well-done (Asher was 1-month old). We were confused because while in the States it is common to cook meat well-done etc. when you are pregnant, after you have the baby, a delicious medium-rare steak is fair game. The waitress explained that in Korea people still don’t eat the restricted foods right after baby is born, but that for me, since I was a foreigner, they would serve me medium-rare. The Lord must have been watching out for her, because if she tried to tell me {on my birthday} that I had to eat my delicious Brazilian steak well-done, I may have had to fight the woman, and we all know I still had all the crazy new mama hormones coursing through my veins, so there is no way I’d lose that fight.

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This is our standing policy on steak doneness.

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Scarring

I was greatly amused (and shocked) when at my first post natal checkup after my c-section I was given a prescription for scar cream for my incision. Let’s just say the scar my incision leaves below my waistband isn’t even on the spectrum of my concerns of “getting my body back”.

Korea is leading the world in plastic surgery and is extremely conscious of scarring or any imperfections. As a P.E. teacher I was told that if a student ever gets a cut or scrape, especially on the face, that I am to send them immediately to the nurse so that scarring can be minimized.

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Let the record show, we make really bad Koreans with this unofficial rule especially. We are pretty crazy even by American standards in this respect, as Judah was at his first wedding at 7 days old. Don’t worry, he was just a guest. 🙂

In Korea, it is believed to be best if babies are not taken in public until they are 100 days old. So when we took Asher out to dinner with us at 5 days old in a desperate attempt to celebrate our anniversary while my dad was still in town to babysit, we got a lot of looks and comments. They would say “IS IT OKAY FOR HIM TO BE OUT??!!”. By some miracle we restrained ourselves from the many sarcastic comments that came to mind. Good news, Asher survived. It was this post c-section mama that almost died…but then again I’m sure they have suggestions about me being out, too.

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Bedside manner

Or lack there of… This may just be because my nurses didn’t speak English, but the sure didn’t waste any time by telling me what was about to happen and I darn near almost dropped my brand new baby when they went on about their business checking my incision after my c-section.

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or any reason to use a Downton Abbey meme…

Full Service Care 

Or lack there of…It is quite common here that at the hospital you are expected to have someone with you to do what nurses usually do in the states. The family is not just there for moral support, but they are the ones responsible for taking care of the basic needs of the patient. In many of the rooms there are pull out cots for your family to stay and care for you.

Shoe wear

Or lack…ok, i’ll stop. But really, I was shocked to see that it seemed to be acceptable for medical staff to wear opened toed shoes with socks. Let’s be honest, it is neither safe, nor fashionable. In the Labor and Delivery area, anyone entering would have to take off there shoes and put on a pair of the provided sandals, and then when you would enter one of the patient rooms, you take off your sandals and leave them at the door. I just can’t even imagine taking of my shoes in a hospital room in the States.


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HIPAA 

I have no official knowledge on what privacy standards are here, but as tight-lipped as things are in the States I have been surprised to be in situations like waiting in the X-ray techs office while they take my kids x-rays, meanwhile patient info is laying out. Also, in the states there is always strict rules on taking pictures or videoing x-rays or ultrasounds, I assume for liability, but that doesn’t seem to be the case here.

Prescriptions

It is common practice here that when you are sick and go to the doctor they will give you 3-5 days of medicine maximum. If you are still sick, then you go back to receive more medicine. This was a big shock to us as we are used to getting something more like a 12 day prescription of antibiotics. Also here instead of pill bottles, they give you paper pill packets that are sorted into morning, afternoon, and night! So handy.

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When the boys need medicine, we get separate bottles of their meds along with a small empty bottle and often a packet of powder. For each dose, we combine the prescribed amounts of each medicine into the empty bottle and add one packet of powder. It’s not really better or worse, just different.

Well there you have it…lots of stuff you never knew you wanted to know. Feel free to thank me later.

Is it broken?: An unsuspecting nose and finger.

We are those people. Injured? Sick? We head straight to google. Need an x-ray? Nah. We are more self-diagnoses kind of people…at least until things get really bad.

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That brings us to a few weeks ago. If you are not in close contact with middle schoolers, you may not know this but, they have a very limited attention span. So here’s the scene. We have been learning basketball in P.E. class, so we were warming up with a game of knockout, and I decided to play. I will not bore you with the details of the game if you are unfamiliar, but I will suffice it to say that the sweet, sweet, angel of a student in front of me got distracted while waiting to receive the ball, saw the ball coming at the last second…and…ducked. There I am with about .5 seconds to respond and I tried to get my hands out to catch the ball but Just. Didn’t. Make it. Poor, poor little {wedding} ring finger never saw it coming. I promptly removed my ring so as to not have to cut it off later, and continued to play until I won, because duh.

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Seen here heroically finishing a blog post.

Four days after the tragic finger incident, there was the nose incident. It was Monday afternoon and we had just gotten home from school and were frantically getting ready for dinner plans with some friends. I needed to shower so I laid out clothes for Judah and Isaac started getting him dressed. Just as I got out of the shower, Isaac came in to the bedroom holding Judah by the hand and says, probably more sternly than I have ever heard him speak, “You need to discipline Judah.”, to which I responded “Um…in general orrrr did something happen?”. Somebodyyy may accuse me of occasionally being a softy, so I didn’t know if I was just getting a general verbal spanking. Apparently while he had been holding Judah in his lap to put his shirt on, Judah had not-so-thoughtfully thrown his head backwards, directly into daddy’s nose. My initial response? Let’s not talk about that. I took Judah by the hand, and disciplined as sternly as I could through tears from laughing at the absurdity of our lives.

In lieu of going directly to the doctor we:

  1. Googled.
  2. Called nurse friends.
  3. Looked at old pictures to see “if his nose had always been that crooked”.
  4. Called our super speedy local family doctor and asked “ya, I know you don’t have an X-ray machine, but dontcha think if we stopped by you could tell if it was broken just by looking?” (After all, the doctors office was on our way to our dinner plans.)

We called our friends to let them know that we would still be there, just maybe a little late pending the decision to go to the hospital…Isaac made the official call, after reading that rarely is there permanent damage done by not seeking immediate medical attention, so we skipped the doctor and proceed directly to our fried chicken dinner with friends. #priorities (FYI, fried chicken is hugely popular in Korea).

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Isaac eating chicken (if you look closely, his nose is crooked)

UPDATE: We still don’t know if either were officially broken, because you have to go to the doctor to know that. Isaac’s nose is fine, it was bruised for a few days and it is just recently not tender to the touch. I can’t bend my finger fully and it still hurts, and most regrettably I can’t wear my lovely wedding ring. But hey, things could be worse, we could be stranded in an airport with two kids and 40,000 Koreans…

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Until next time…

 

Adventures in Grocery Shopping

Let me guess, you stumbled upon this post and all your dreams came true. Yes, yes we did blog about grocery shopping. We just give the people what they want…ok? Let’s begin.

We have a few options for getting groceries. There is a street nearby that we did most of our shopping at when we first moved here; it just has a bunch of fruit stands, a couple small grocery stores, and a bakery. There is also a small store about a half a mile from our house, two that we pass if we walk home, and one that we pass if we drive home. We obviously have no shortage of choices.

All that being said, we try to make a trip once a week to the Korean version of Walmart, Emart (we have mastered the art of saying Emart in Korean: *clears throat* “Emart-uh” *takes bow*), where they have the largest selection, free parking, and lots of international staples (read: tortilla chips and sour cream). Actually, I realized in writing this post that where we shop is also determined by if we need bread or not. Most small grocery stores will not carry bread, or will only have a small (one shelf with maybe 6 small loaves when fully stocked) and unpredictable offering. I imagine that this is because Koreans don’t eat as many peanut butter sandwiches as we do, go figure.

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Moving right along…most of the Emarts here are located in shopping malls. This is ours.

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Just like most major stores here, it is multilevel with the moving sidewalks connecting the floors. Hang on tight, Judah.

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Each section and sometimes even specific products have employees there to sell their item. If you are shopping for shampoo, odds are there will be someone in the section to help you make your selection. Need toilet paper? They are there to help. The employee’s outfits are also worthy of mention. Depending on what section they work in, they have different and…interesting uniforms. You would think the kiwi lady would look more excited…

They always offer free samples throughout the store. This has proven to be a great way to try different Korean specialties like vinegar juice, spam fried rice, and squid.

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Oh ya, and right around the corner from the toothbrushes and electronics, you can pick out a new family pet!

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Oh and another useless “fun” fact. If there is a promotion here like buy one get one free, it is referred to as 1+1 (buy one, get one). This is why we sometimes end up with three cans of off brand Pringles when we really didn’t even need one (Off brand items at Emart, er.. excuse me, Emart-uh are called “No Brand”.) Don’t even get me started about “No Brand” being dumb because inherently “No Brand”‘s brand is “No Brand”. Just ignore me.

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And let me just say, we are going to be in big trouble if our $10 Haagen Dazs pints go 2+1 (I know you think you wouldn’t, but you move to a foreign country with a limited selection of ice cream and then talk to me about what you’d pay for it.) Desperate times…

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As for asking for help, you better be up for a short game of charades and a scavenger hunt if you don’t speak Korean. When we had to start Asher on formula I needed to try and find some that was soy-based. On the first visit, I looked on my own but couldn’t find it and was too tired to try and traverse the language barrier. After a few days of screaming baby, I was chock full of new resolve to find something to silence soothe my child. I went back to Emart and decided to use the ever faithful, Google Translate. I typed up “soy” on my phone and translated it to Korean, found a lady to help me, and then said baby in my {not} flawless Korean while pointing at my phone. After a moment the lady nodded in recognition I thought, “Well look at that; it worked!”. Off we went down an aisle, but I realized she was leading my away from the baby formula section, so I said again in my obviously effective Korean, “BABY”. She seemed to understand, nodded again, and then took me back in the direction I had come in. I thought we had finally communicated clearly. Straight she took me to…wait for it…baby soy sauce. Yep, it’s a thing.

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I had a little moment to myself of amusement and defeat, thanked the lady for her help, and took my sad little self back to the formula section to continue the search solo. Spoiler alert: Asher did not perish, it may have been touch and go there for a minute with Isaac and I; I eventually found soy formula on the next trip and life has been much quieter since.

Some days when we go to Emart, we try to knock out dinner in the food court. While they do have Burger King, the rest of the offerings may be less familiar. I believe they have a Korean, Chinese, and noodle restaurant.

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Isaac’s is the top, which is a Korean dish call Bee-bim-bop, and mine is some Chinese something, descriptive, I know.

I would go on, but I have to save something for the next post, right? Just kidding…next on the docket is a little tale of a quiet weekend away ending in being stranded in the airport with two kids and 40,000 of our closest friends. Sending love from the future.

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