Emergency room experience in Zug Kantonspital in Baar
Had an interesting experience this last Thursday in the emergency room of Zug Kantonspital in Baar. My wife and I were in for a C-section there (well, she was, I was the moral support). We couldn't have been happier as everything was going well. Then at about 4 pm, I get stuck in the bathroom - vomiting, diarrhea, hot flushes with abundant sweat, the whole lot. After an hour of misery, I finally give in to my wife's insistence and go to the emergency room two floors down. There was only one form to fill out (which is good), they took blood from my finger and got me in to see the doctor. All in all, the first stage took 25 min, which isn't bad.
There were two doctors in the room that did the exam. They tell me I had a virus, that it is very contagious and I can no longer go to see my family upstairs and should take a taxi home - they told me I could not take public transport as I can get other people sick. They gave me Imodium and a medicine to stop the severe vomiting. That was the end of the exam. I come out the doctor's room only to rush again to the bathroom, where I start losing cognitive ability from the severe dehydration. At some point a nurse knocks on the door and tells me they are calling a taxi for me. I barely walk out of the bathroom, managed to the nearest chair at which point I told them I don't think I can make it and would likely need an IV. Then I pass out. Not sure how long I was out, but when I regained senses I was still in the chair and the two doctors were telling me they will organize an IV for me. After a long while (felt like ages) during which I was drifting in and out, they finally brought the IV. An hour later, I was at least able enough to get up and take the taxi home.
Now, I am not a doctor, but common knowledge would dictate that if someone has been severely vomiting and suffering from diarrhea for 1.5 hours (not to mention that sweat that had drenched both my shirt and undershirt) that person would be quite dehydrated and would need IV fluid BEFORE being sent home. It seems the doctors were more preoccupied with my potential as a public health risk than with actually treating me. And this was the emergency room! Is it the incompetence of those particular doctors? Or does it have to do with the Germans putting the interests of the collective to the detriment of the individual, so whether I croaked or not wasn't really important as long as I didn't get others sick? And why assume I had some contagious disease and not that I had a simple (albeit severe) food poisoning? It is bugging me how little regard there was for the well-being of the individual in this case.