Doctor, Doctor, Doctor

September 26, 2011

     Soooo, my foot has been hurting really bad and I can barely walk. It really sucks because I have a 20 minute walk to class every day and that’s not including the other times I am walking around the city throughout the day. I don’t think the cobblestones are helping or the fact that I refuse to wear any shoes besides flats. I finally went to the doctor though because I was feeling like I had caused another stress fracture like I had this summer which caused me to be in a walking cast for about a month. Well, this was my experience with the doctor…. I pretty much just showed up at the doctor’s office and he was able to see me after about 30 minutes. I told him that my foot hurt and that I thought I probably had a stress fracture. So he wrote me a prescription to get x-rays done at the hospital. Sooooo, then I went to the hospital. It was really strange. I walked in and gave them the form and waited for about 20 minutes. They called my name along with 4 others and we were directed to another room. There were 5 doors in front of us and we were each given one to enter. It kind of felt like I was in a corral for a horse race or something. Idk. When I entered my door I stood in a room the size of a walk in closet. God help you if you are claustrophobic. I waited until they called my name and then walked through the door at the other side of where I had entered. They took my x-ray and then gave it to me. It kind of looked like a goody bag but just my x-rays were inside. Claire was waiting for me but then left so that our padres knew where we were since they were expecting us for dinner. As I was waiting for my x-rays Ricardo (my padre) showed up unexpectedly after he heard I was there by myself to make sure I was okay and was able to communicate well enough with the doctors. It was really sweet. (This was yesterday). Today I went back to the doctor and he looked at my x-ray and told me he didn’t think I had a stress fracture and gave me a prescription for anti-inflammatories. I’m hoping this helps. As soon as I have a way to take money out (since I lost my wallet and had to cancel all my cards---- and am still waiting for them to come in the mail) I am buying a pair of old lady orthopedic shoes so that I can walk without hurting myself.  For now, I just stroll around Salamanca with my pimp walk. I’m thinking about getting a pimp cane.