The first stop this morning was Chedraui where actually, a young girl who knew nada about nada (not a pharmacist) would have been perfectly willing to sell me a box that appeared to be the same drug after I found it on the shelf for her. I was tempted to take it and run, but the dose was 500 mg and I decided I'd rather be certain since I'm a few years short of a pharmacy degree. Next stop, Similares just a few blocks down the street. The pharmacist there told me in Spanish that I'd need a prescription for the drug. She directed me to the hospital in El Centro. Ummmmm. I didn't want to go there.
So we headed to El Centro wondering if Dr. Salas would be in his office on Hidalgo. I then remembered a friend telling me that Similares in El Centro had a doctor upstairs who would write a script for antibiotics. The doctor he'd mentioned speaks English and has a decent reputation, so I decided that would be an option. At Similares, I walked up the staircase to a tiny waiting area outside a glass door and waited my turn in the germ incubator with a fan blowing directly on my face. Wheeze wheeze! After a 30 minute wait with three people sicker than me, I was motioned into the room. The doctor was not who I thought it would be and didn't speak English. Oh well, chalk it up to another strange new cultural experience.
Basically he listened to my chest, then wrote me the Mexican version of the Z-Pak after I mentioned my doctor always prescribed that drug for me since I develop asthma with almost every cold now. I'm sure the only word he understood from my babbling was the name of the drug I wanted. He went over lengthy instructions with me trying to write down the details in English. One tablet a day for 3 days. The list of instructions also included drinking no cold beverages and no ice. Huh? Those are the instructions I'm choosing to ignore. The other cultural shock would be that this doctor actually takes the money himself. He said 35 pesos and thinking 350 pesos, I gave him a 500 peso bill. After quickly realizing my mistake, I gave him two 20 peso bills. No insurance cards needed here!
After shaking off the weird feeling from my rather dubious visit to El Doctor, we stopped for lunch at Jax. I wondered if I should ask the waiter to warm my ice cold bottle of water in the microwave. je je je
Maybe I'll feel like taking a ride in the Chevy golf cart by tonight. And just maybe I'll feel like spending my last day on the island tomorrow doing something fun! At least the view from the sick room today is wonderful! Better than my couch at home.
Here's a bit more charm from around the island.
Favorite house in El Centro.
Comex rose garden.
Peace Gallery in El Centro.
South end gate.
Carnival rides by the La Gloria church.
Dr. Simi on Juarez yesterday. Too bad he wasn't handing out free Z-Paks!
Love the way this dog lies on the sidewalk with her legs casually crossed. Reminds me of Saby!