I have a slew of medical issues, which like to present themselves at the most unforeseeable/inconvenient times. This time, it was a Monday afternoon which opened the opportunity for me to view and be treated in a Danish hospital, first hand.
First off, in all ambulances they ask you the same types of questions.
(note first they speak to me in Danish, and then I have to say, I don’t understand that much Danish, I only speak English)
What is your full name?
What is your birthdate?
How old are you?
What’s your CPR number? (okay this is special to Denmark)
Where are you from? What are you doing in Denmark? (because I am clearly not Danish)
Denmark is run on a universal health care system which means everyone can go to the hospital and get treated, if they have a CPR number. Otherwise, without a CPR number you pay out of pocket for any medical treatment. I just received my own CPR card last weekend, so it is kind of funny that I would end up in the hospital, now.

red must always be a “trauma” color
An interesting part is the wait time in the hospital. I arrived around 2pm [via ambulance] but needed to be transferred to a hospital closer to my homestay, because they didn’t have a bed for me to stay overnight at the first hospital. Finally, I was moved to the new hospital, which will now be referred to as the 80s hospital , and it was around 11:45 pm.
It was quite a lot of waiting, but DIS made sure to have a person there who could make sure I was being treated with good care and being explained everything that was going on if I didn’t understand or was confused by anything.
The whole aspect of having a “caregiver” (because my parents aren’t here in Denmark )surprisingly works well with what my Medical Ethics course discusses and debates weekly about with the correct care of patients and what is considered “right”. So at this point, I see this hospital visit as a specialized “field study” to understand a hospital in a foreign country.
Comparisons with American to Danish hospitals:
The main thing I like about my floor (at my new, 80s hospital) is that the nurses station is half the floor, and half patients beds and lounge. The chaos and noise associated with the work nurses do is partitioned off and away from disrupting sleeping patients. I find this to be very a nice and surprising part of my stay. It also meant that the floor is a nice quiet hum about it.
The beds are less “boat like” and more like a mattress on wheels. This may just be different because of my hospital experiences (my own and seeing other people in hospitals) in Minnesota. There is less physical restrictions, less things confining me to my bed here which makes wandering around the floor pretty simple.
Another interesting thing is that in Denmark, I’m not connected up to everything at all times of the day. I am free to wander the halls on my floor, without asking permission. Their hospital makes me feel much more like a grown up person, than a five year old.
The 80s hospital is also VIVID and brightly colored. Every chunk is a different rainbow color and is refreshing to the normal beige, or tan colors of hospitals. It reminds me of my parent’s home in Minnesota because the lime green color of the walls in the kitchen back home match the lime green lockers here in Denmark.

blue and city views
While I probably freaked my parents out (and myself when I woke inside an ambulance), as well as anyone who saw my medical trauma, I do find this experience interesting and refreshing. I got to learn more about Danish culture, society, politics ( we had lots of time to kill talking about anything and everything, so yes Settlers of Catan is played in Denmark!) I actually enjoyed the change of atmosphere and viewpoint and I’m even more excited to explore other (less medically charged) sites across Denmark.
While I wouldn’t recommend needing to be in a Danish hospital for any period of time (I wouldn’t recommend a hospital for anyone at any time), its interesting to be able to compare a US hospital experience from a Danish Hospital experience. For the record, I am on the mend and okay again, back to the daily grind of life, and school and travel.












































