More Spanish adventures.

I've already had the laundry adventure, the tech zone adventure, the ongoing adventure that is food...what else could there be?

Oh yeah. The doctor.

So I've been feeling not so well since we got back from Sevilla and Granada this Sunday (it was fabulous, but more about that if I have time) - kind of like a cold was coming on, but I was hoping it wouldn't get any worse. Unfortunately not so. As the week progressed, my throat started to hurt, I got more and more congested, and I developed a cough. Ever since I had pneumonia back in March I've been nervous about coming down with it again, so I decided to use my time between classes today to go to Salamanca Salud, one of the health centers here.

I had enough trouble finding the place, since it's on one of those tiny streets that are so popular in Spain that isn't on any of the maps. So I asked about six different people for directions before I finally found it...lovely. I wound up having to wait almost an hour, since I didn't have an appointment and it's basically the equivalent of a clinic, I think. I finally got to see the doctor, and I am ridiculously proud of myself for being able to relate all of my symptoms in Spanish, as well as understand everything he asked/told me. It's things like that, exchanges with a doctor or a random person on the street that go well, that I take as my day-to-day victories here, haha.

Turns out I apparently have "traqueítis," or trachea-itis, to English-ize it, which is not, thankfully, in my lungs and therefore is not dangerous post-pneumonia. And he prescribed me three - count 'em, three! - antibiotics to take for the next week. Yesss for doctors that actually give meds. So I picked those up at the pharmacy on the way home from class, and I started them with my lunch. Yay for the road to recovery.

That's probably about all I have time for right now. My religion class is taking a field trip to the cemetery in Salamanca to study the way Spanish culture views death and the afterlife (I promise, it's not as morbid as it sounds), and according to Mari it's a 40 minute walk from my house. Funnnn. Just what I need - more walking today (I had to come all the way back from class to get my passport before I went to the doctor's, and then all the way back almost to where I had class to the office). Anyway. Hope all is well at home, love and miss you all. :)