Today I was attacked by four Chilean gangsters. I killed them all, but one managed to hit me with a knife first. Just kidding! I had a throat ache five weeks ago. I felt weak
Today I was attacked by four Chilean gangsters. I killed them all, but one managed to hit me with a knife first.
Just kidding! I had a throat ache five weeks ago. I felt weak and sick, didn’t eat etc. I got well soon, but then it came back three weeks ago, in Ushuaia, and I spent the whole day on the floor, drinking lovely tea. Then, one week ago, in Punta Arenas, I woke up with intense pain in my lungs. It felt like I had “all of Antarctica” there. I’m a little bit puzzled by that experience, as it could have something to do with my dream. But anyway, three instances, in South America, and I felt it was good to go the hospital. The insurance company recommended Clínica Alemana, so I went there.
I waited for half an hour, and then got help from someone who didn’t understand English, but eventually he took me to the international clinic. There I called the insurance company who sent a paper, and then I went to the emergency clinic with a translator. Getting all the paper for their payment took like 15 min. Then I got my own room. They did EKG, took a blood sample, X-rayed the lungs, looked into the throat etc. Maybe I would have an ever closer look at my throat. Can you see what someone has after 1 second looking? I couldn’t if looking for an hour.
I got to sleep in my bed a lot between the various visits. Then I got a bunch of papers covering everything, and some painkiller receipts for next time I felt something. So no, they found nothing funny. I thought that half of one of my lungs was gone on one of the x-ray pictures, but I didn’t dare to say anything. I’m not sure if I was wasting my insurance company’s moneys, or if this was the right thing to do. At least I’ve done it now! I’ll allow at least three more bad throat aches before even consider doing something like this again.
Then I took the bus back home. It was rush hour now, so the bus was moving extremely slow. There were 2-3 lanes, but no bus lanes. I guess a bus lane is “Socialist”. I sometimes hate cars. Just look at us, all the “poor”, mostly female, Santiago people standing crammed in this bus, saving a lot of space for all of us. And then we have to compete for the road space with single men in SUV:s. Screw them!
Sometimes, parts of me wants to burn up a SUV for stealing time for me when in buses. But I’m actually a holy, evangelical Herald, who doesn’t burn cars.
The cats loved me being home. Here is Panda ferociously attacking my backpack, with his shadow, Sombra, right behind, watching closely. And oh, do you see the Risk etc games in the bookshelf? That’s why I and Rosario are friends, if you wonder. That and the cats. We haven’t played anything though, as she works too late every day :/
When she came home in the night, we ate my Senegalese chickpea with peanut butter stew. I found real cashew nuts here in Santiago, which was better. Although I’m still not sure about getting nuts in at all … but she loved it! I can’t have it for breakfast tomorrow, since she wants to eat more 🙁 🙂 Recipe in Swedish.