I often use that hospital because it's always seemed much cheaper than the well known expat hospitals and I always got the impression of professionalism. However, I've only ever used them for minor ailments, as I've always been healthy (touch wood).
Turning up with no appointment, I was sitting in front of a cardiologist within 20 minutes. A short consultation and after listening to my symptoms, he suggested a cardiac stress test (treadmill + loads of wires connected to chest) and he said that if there is any problem, that would show it. OK, good idea and I was in the room and being wired up by a nurse 10 minutes later. I was in a pretty good mood and I remember joking with myself that I hope that thing was properly earthed.
After what seemed like a long wait, the same cardiologist turned up to perform the test. I won't desribe the test because it's fairly obvious but you walk on a treadmill while they monitor you heart and gradually ramp up the stress on your heart to see how it copes. By the time I was in excess of 180 BPM he slowed me down and then told me to lay down...
My heart just wouldn't slow down. It was pounding and pounding for what seemed like 5 or 10 minutes, before finally beginning to slow down, all the time, the cardiologist looking at the monitor, rubbing his chin and saying 'hmmmm.... hmmmm... hmmmm' to himself... I knew that something unexpected was coming from the way he was pointing and the traces to his assistant and speaking in a concerned tone...
Eventually, he gave me the bombshell. He bluntly announced to me that it appears I have a blocked coronary artery!!! My head started spinning. I can't remember how many times I asked him to repeat himself, just to be sure... 'Blocked coronary artery' and he went on to say that a 64 slide CT scan should be performed to confirm it. I also have high blood pressure apparently. It took about another 30 minutes to pull all the wires off me, get dressed and write out a prescription for drugs. I was in complete shock, horrified, upset, tearful... and just to make sure I thought I could drop dead at any moment, he prescribed me a battery of cardiac drugs, just to make sure I survived for the CT scan. The drugs were...
- Prenolol (antihypertensive)
- Elantan
- Vastarel
- Crestor (Lipid disorder)
- Tranxene (Happy pill that makes you want to have sex with the kitchen sink)
- A.S.A. (Aspilets (Aspirin antiplatelet aggregation))
I was due to meet an OE member that evening and he had to witness my tearful explanation that I'd just been diagnosed with a blocked coronary artery. Obviously I didn't get much sleep for the next few days and my wife was online trying to research a good cardiac specialist in Chiang Mai...
By the third day, I couldn't take it anymore and at six in the evening, found myself running down Ploenchit trying to flag a taxi to Bumrungrad Hospital. I took the elevator to the cardiac unit, went up to the receptionist, told her I was having chest pains (I was, and still am) and in two minutes, I was wired up to a heart monitor. A cardiac nurse quickly assessed I wasn't having a heart attack but said my heart rate was sky high, no doubt because I was ultra stressed, panicked and had just ran like the wind to the hospital.
The cardiologist on duty came to greet me. He didn't even say hello, he just said 'But you're only 38!' and when in his office, I explained the Bangkok Christian Hospital's diagnosis. He did his best to calm me down. He looked at the drugs they'd prescribed and before he'd even examined me, said that the drugs were 'Just too much' and shook his head.
It was a short consultation, he seemed a little annoyed. I noticed him twiddling the electronic key for his Mercedes, which gave me the impression he wanted to go home. After listening to my chest, he suggested an echo scan, which would be more accurate... and then explained that the margin of error on a cardiac stress test was huge. I told him about the CT scan and he said that it was a very accurate option but also a very expensive one. I told him I didn't care, I just wanted confirmation of whatever... He said, OK, lets get it done. 'Now?' I said... 'Yes, now' he said... WOW! No appointment, 15 minutes after walking into Bumrungrad, I was being drugged in order to calm me down, so that the CT scan could be performed...
I sat in reception, looking at three people making phone calls, speaking quickly in Thai about 'Khun Mandrunk' and 'CT scan' and 'immediately'. A nurse gave me a pill and explained that if I didn't calm down, the scan could not be performed, as my heart rate has to be below 65 BPM.
The CT Scanner suite looked state of the art. 30 minutes later my heart rate was still too high. In total, they had to drug me three times. I don't know what the pill was, but I think I floated back to my hotel. While I was in the scanner, it made a noise like a gas turbine spinning up to full power and I could see the inner ring spinning around at high speed. It was like a time machine about to catapult me through to some distant point in time. Remarkable technology.
Fast forward 24 hours and I had my results...
Normal. I haven't got the full results yet because I'm struggling to communicate via email with the hospital and the cardiologist doesn't take direct calls... but his assistant told me that my results were normal, with just a slight stenosis. I also have normal blood pressure. If I understand correctly, a slight stenosis is nothing too unusual at my age, correct me if I'm wrong... but I was diagnosed with a heart murmur when very young, so it could be related to that and congenital... as I said, I've not got the full explanation yet...
... but words can't describe how p!#$ed off I am at the Bangkok Christian Hospital cardiologist. They failed to tell me that the rate of error in a cardiac stress test was very high... they failed by prescribing me totally unnecessary drugs... and they FAILED COMPLETELY to communicate the reality of my situation to me, sending my home with a bagfull of heart drugs and utterly traumatised and as a result, I spent money unnecessarily, lost time, almost cancelled an overseas trip and was sick with worry for days, as was my wife.
My advice is that such hospitals are great for minor conditions... but for anything else, put your hand in your pocket and pay the money to the professionals. I still don't know why I'm having chest pains and I'm a little annoyed at the slow follow up from Bumrungrad, after all, I have paid them a substantial wedge of cash.
















