Thursday, February 24, 2011

Going to the Eye Doctor...In Ghana

So I had a recent adventure...

I had an eye infection last semester and it never fully went away so I had to find an eye doctor here in Ghana. I got a name and number for a couple doctors and when I finally got a hold of one (I had to keep calling because we don't have voice mail here) he had a fun time trying to describe the location of the eye doctor's office. He asked if I knew the area of Osu which I did. Then we had to identify several other locations including Koala grocery store and the intersection with the gas station on the right...After many minutes of difficulty understanding foreign accents, I finally figured out where I was supposed to go.

So I found a taxi driver to take me to my location. (I was kind of irritated because I had to pay more than I probably should have had to pay and I wasn't sharing the taxi fare with anyone.) I got to the eye doctor's office but I couldn't find the actual office in the building. There were no names on any of the offices! I wandered around the building for a little while until the eye doctor found me. Of course I had no idea who he was, but he knew who I was. Why else would a random white girl be wandering around the building?!

We walked into the office which had all the equipment an eye doctor in America would have. It was just kind of funny because even though it was so "American," it was so Ghanaian too. Eye equipment was randomly scattered around the office. The doctor took my information and wrote it down on blank paper instead of using forms or a computer. After looking at my eye, he gave me a long lecture about how contact lenses aren't good in the environment of Ghana. Heat, humidity, and dust everywhere! Then he wrote me a "prescription" for some eye drops.

I went next door to a pharmacy to get the eye drops. It's always amazing to me when I go to a pharmacy in Ghana because you don't actually need a prescription to get medicine! All you have to do is walk in and tell them what you want. When I pick up my Malaria medicine, they put it in my prescription bottle from America. The lady actually laughed when she read on the bottle "No refills - doctor authorization required." After getting the eye drops and a free calendar I was walking down the street to get a taxi back home. Another 6 Cedis to get home...