The Day at the Doc - Spanish Medicine System

Megan and I were a little under the weather by the 2nd week. Apparently it’s normal for foreigners to get sick, but I was so determined to not be that American! Ugh, I woke up with an awful sore throat one Sunday morning and it just kept getting worse. Megan woke up with a puffy face sort of like a sinus infection. We called Maria, one of our program directors and she took us to the doctor.



OMG the doctor was hilarious. He had Megan go first, then Me. He mostly spoke in Spanish, though he knew English. Maria said he likes to practice it. He had me sit on the patient bench and looked down and up again and said in ENGLISH in a very serious tone, “I like your boots.” Hahahah my black Uggs. At least someone does here in Spain!
Then somehow we got on the topic of what we were learning in our converstation class – basically all the names of animals and what they really mean. Like Zorra is a fox and means prostitute. And Cerda is a pig and means you’re a little dirty… and an Octupus means you can’t keep your hands of girls, etc. The doctor started chiming in with his own words. OMG it was funny


Afterwards, he gave us our prescriptions and now looking back, he didn’t even give us a diagnosis (like Redfern haha). Sort of like, “here” take these magic pills! Hahaha. And it was so inexpensive. Apparently in Spain, you can also just go up to the pharmacy, tell them what’s wrong and then they prescribe medicine right there to you for cheep! My medicine was $25 total for antibiotics and ibuprofen. I woke up the next day feeling FANTASTIC! But I have to keep taking the antibiotics or else I will get immune to the medicine and it won’t work next time… ugh. But yay for the Spanish Medical System!