I first experienced this quaint little spot Asia’s Cafe, housed at York Plaza, in December of 2013.

At 2:00 a.m., I came in from spending the night screaming in agony at the University Hospital of the West Indies. There, only the divine healing touch of God helped because the doctors and nurses of UHWI could not care less about a screaming woman holding her stomach.

So, I asked God to step in before they sent me to Bellevue Hospital, for mad people, instead. He did and by the time the doctors got around to me at 12:30 a.m., I was sleeping like a baby.

I woke wondering why I was at this deathtrap anyway. Needless to say, they were bewildered.After being examined, poked and told to come back to the clinic the following Thursday, I left.

After several days of paying my money, sitting for hours on end, seeing some trainee doctor, being asked to come back and my results not being released and no remedy forthcoming – sigh – I took $4000 and went to a private gynecologist instead.

Off I went to Dr. Rishi Chand, at Lane Medical, who told me in 5 minutes:

• what the problem was,
• what the short term remedy was and
• what I needed to do for the long term.

He spent even more time examining me, answering my questions and listening to my concerns than those juveniles at UHWI.

Thanks Dr. Chand!

Thanks UHWI, for taking my money, wasting my time and leaving me to suffer through 6 hours of ‘house landing on top of your head’ kind of pain.

Copyright © 2016, Denise N. Fyffe