This morning, I awoke with a high fever, and was forced to skip breakfast. My dad decided to take me to the doctor and this confused me for he is one. Dad said that in order for me to be properly diagnosed, he preferred that I see another doctor who would treat me like I was not his son. This is a psychological doctor thing that even I do not understand. Also we needed to use some minor medical equipment that we have not brought along with us on this world trip. Dan Dixon kindly went along with us to translate to the taxi driver and take us to a doctor that he knew.
We drove around Tena for about an hour, looking for a doctor, either recommended by the taxi driver or Dan. Finally we came to a small doctor’s office much different than what we see in the U.S.. This office was much smaller, consisting of only three rooms and one doctor and his assistant. We were invited into the first room on the right and the doctor examined my state. He referred us to a nearby lab that draws blood and completes lab work. Soon, we got back in the taxi and drove to the lab. I walked into a medium sized room, scattered with medicines and mess. A technician sat me down on the chair, and with no words or eye contact aimed the needle at my arm. OK... I guess she means business, I thought as I averted my eyes from the needle, a quick pinch and it was over.
We drove back to the hostel, and after a movie and some chicken soup, I felt much better! I just got back from a mild dinner, with some other kayak friends of my parents. Jaime, and his wife, Giezel. They also have a ten year old daughter. I ate some pasta and it went down well with no pain to my belly. I was so excited and think I might have finally gotten this stupid illness off my back!
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