Today at noon I had a check-up shift at the public hospital with the orthopedic doctor who operated on me (the only specialist on the island), to check if I am ready to put down the crutches. I waited about an hour, entertaining myself by cleaning the things that I put in a bag to protect them from the rain. Maybe I should have grabbed a bag that's not full of jam.
Upon entering the office, I was surprised by a doctor, who asked me why I had come. I explained that I needed to see my doc and she told me that he only returned to the public hospital on January 10th. Impossible for me because my Thailand VISA expires on the 5th and I am leaving the country. I tried to ask her some questions, but between my frustration and the fact that she spoke a little more limited English than mine for the first time, it happened that I couldn't find a way to understand each other.
I left the office frustrated and angry with myself for not reconfirming the shift during the month that passed since the last.
I decided to tackle the next topic: Vaccines for India. I spoke to a nurse about the vaccination for Rabies, Hepatitis A and B. Sure, none can be resolved in a week. There are several doses. It had already happened to me when I left Spain for Thailand!
More anger and an internal voice that began to express "ah, you're not more stupid because the time difference affects you."
I left the hospital without being able to solve anything, I thought about going to find the private doc and trying to negotiate the price of the consultation.
It is not good to leave a country where you had surgery without the doctor giving you the go-ahead.
It occurred to me to go inside instead of the coast to explore a new path. Two blocks later, his motorcycle was blocked in the middle of the street because of the mud. With crutches tied at the waist and one foot at 20% of his strength, it cost me an egg and a half to get the bike out. The little voice continued "next time because you don't go directly through the middle of the jungle, dora the explorer."
On the way I came across the post office, and I remembered that I have to see how the sending of the documentation that Universal asked me to return u$500 goes. When the employee asked me for the paper with the reference number, I realized that I have no fucking idea where I kept it. Little voice already rapturous "as a baby you must have fallen to the floor to your old forties."
I waited patiently for 3 other people to pass, while I was trying hard not to blow myself away like Jim Carrey in Liar Liar. I would never hit someone with crutches anyway. Luckily the employees were very friendly and with the information I was able to give them they found the shipment. In theory it is on the way to BsAs.
I arrived at the private hospital. I saw the doc just pass by, I faced him and explained that I have to leave Tai. He copó and checked me in the corridor, while the accounts looked at us with anger. He told me that my ankle was fine and that I can stop using the crutches! ?
Happy and very relieved, I decided to go (along the coast) to the most beautiful free show on this island, every day at 5:30 p.m.: sunset (photo).
The most beautiful thing about these months living here is that, whatever happens in the day, every afternoon the sky shouts in your face so, so loudly "Life is beautiful" that even your inner voice has to surrender: "so boludo you must not be digital pelad, you are sitting here ».
The challenge is to remember it also in bad times.
Something like collecting the sunsets inside yourself.
