El Médico

Woke up... Always a good thing I think.

I no longer just had a sore throat. It turned into a monster of sneezes, coughs and body aches. I met my pal Karen at Plaza Mayor. She hooked me up with a cough suppressant. That did wonders for the cough but everything else not so much.

Made it through 3 out of 4 of my classes. WAHOO. Go me! Booked it home to sleep / eat / email our director lady to see what I should do.

Took a nap.

Walked over to the policlínica. It was about a 25 minute walk in the hot hot hot weather. (Should've taken a cab... but that seemed too practical). The pic above is the unofficial entrance to the hospital where the policlínica is located.

Definitely a cultural experience. At home we have many different rooms where the doctors bounce back and forth. Here each doctor has an office with a desk, two chairs and a bed. It felt kind of strange approaching his desk and telling him my issues. It was almost as if it were a business meeting. I took the director of our program with. I had no desire to have any communication errors with him!

After he stethescoped me and after he found my swollen lymph nodes, he determined that I needed antibiotics, "inhaler" aka nose spray, and lots of agua.

This is my sad sick face w/ my movie star shades!

All I had to pay for was the perscriptions. (Only 13.60 Euro). Pretty dang cheap.. I think!