Ack blurg spurgle…
I’m just recovering from the worst cold I’ve had in ages. So bad I actually went to the doctor’s (really to make sure I didn’t have tonsilitis). This was my first experience of the Spanish local medical centre.
You need an appointment, but I got one for 10:30 after walking in to the medical centre at 9am (all of one block away). I had a quick look at the dictionary to get the vocab right (painful, mucus, sore throat, really quite painful: gunked up was not there however).
I wandered back and took my seat outside the right door, along with the other ill folk. There were no magazines. That didn’t matter because I was called in at 10:32, which is pretty good. The doctor was pleasant enough, although quick. No small talk, no history taking, not much more than take temperature, listen to breathing, look at tonsils.
No tonsilitis, no chest infection (yet), so she gave me a prescription for lemsip… well it’s pretty much lemsip, paracetamol, codeine phospate and vitamin C. At least with a prescription it’s cheap.
Now, four days later, I’m starting to feel better, I’ve had to have four days off work, can’t teach if you can’t talk. I tried taking a few photos mid-cough… didn’t really work but I made a few funny faces.
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