medical tourism

We left the house with the last of sunlight and turned the headlight of the scooter on as we went down our quiet street. Out on ECR (East Coast Road) it was a different story—7:00 peak traffic. Horns blaring, we patiently zigged our way down the pot hole ridden street among bicycles, rickshaws, buses with blasting air horns, and a myriad of motorcycles—“two wheelers”. Watching carefully for the bright green door of AMERICANA-TASTE THE BURGERS! We parked the scooter and clung to each other waiting to dash half way across this morass of traffic and waited on the center median—long enough, we stepped into the stream of traffic holding our hands up and holding our breath as traffic amazingly stopped for us, and entered the bright green door.
We were out to have the last hamburger or any solid food for Tim for 4 months. Tomorrow he goes in for 7 dental extracts and implants with bone grafts. It takes them 4 months to grow in before he gets new crowns on the pegs. No solid food. The burgers are made of mutton, lean and juicy, with chili sauce and jalapenos. We washed them down with mint lime sodas. There were 2 couples sitting at the only 2 other tables, eating the fare sitting close to each other. I suspected them sneaking out to eat beef, and sneaking out to be together. Young couples are as rare as hamburgers here. The air conditioner made us shiver and baliwood music blared out of the little speakers. The walls of the joint were a washed blue with water stains on one wall, and bright orange on the other. The 3rd wall was frosted glass to shield the kitchen and the waiter and cooked kept peeking out at us with wide beaming smiles. Dinner cost about $1.50 and a tip, and we waded out again into the thick humid air and noise of the ECR.
Last month Tim got a state of the art hearing aide. My friend got the same model in the US for $6,000, and Tim paid $1,200. His whole dental bill will be roughly $4,000. I think that is about what one implant costs in the US. Medical Tourism is a big draw here in India. You can buy a ticket, take a trip and have all kinds of medical treatment and surgeries for a fraction of the price, and the treatment far surpasses that at home. I got a root canal and crown for $80, and my bifocals with scratch resistant lenses for $40. I am considering lazer surgery for my eyes. I should consider their liposuction package, but I am too lazy. I see they have botox and other cosmetic surgery as well—but I lack in vanity. I can buy almost any prescription drug direct form the pharmacy. They do keep a record of it. Mine is under “Miss Lauri” and a months prescription costs about $10.
We got back on the scooter and took the back roads home—they were filled with people and dogs. Everyone is out at night when it is blissfully cool. 75 degrees so ear muffs are the latest rage as well as little knit hats and blankets and warm quilted jackets. I wear a sundress and Tim his shorts—perfect.
We’re home now. Tim is reading Gandhi’s autobiography. I will go to pick him up after school tomorrow and after his 3 hour surgery and a whole set of pegs in his mouth. Potential new gleaming teeth.