Torres del paine is still haunting me, mainly my leg. We've shacked up in Arequipa for the week once again at the fantastic Arequipay Hostal. It's been nice not moving for a bit, there's plenty more to see but we'll save the other sights for another trip.
We're recovering from our vacation. I went to the doc for the most odd medical experience I have ever had. It started off as a stop at the pharmacy for some ibuprofen, the lady said a better course of treatment would be an injection. She led me out of the store, around the block to a clinic where she left me after a few words to the desk gal. I sat unsure of what was in store for me.
I was handed a sign in sheet that was oddly comprehensive including required spaces for my religion and blood type. I was ushered into an office for the typical hight, weight and blood pressure tests, but than shooed into the hall again and told to wait.
A doctor type figure came and collected me. He was a doctor I think...so said his poorly photocopied license from the University of Lima...if it was this guy's degree anyway. He looked at my knee asked some questions which I clearly had no answers to due to my next to basic vocabulary in Spanish. From what I gather, he said I had tendenitious and he scratched a prescription together and again shoed me away.
I was sent back to the pharmacy where they loaded a bag with needles, seringes, three types of medication for three days in small brown vials. They sent me back to the clinic, I think, anyway that's where I went for the administration of the prescription. A couple min later they had my pants down a bit and a huge needle in my butt cheak. They handed me the bag with three fewer vials and told me to come back tomorrow at the same time. Each day I would walk to the clinic with my own drugs in hand, get stuck and limp back home.
Rob, on the otherhand, was tending to a broken tooth that suddenly interrupted his trip. He received a recommendation from Nancy at the hostel front desk for a dentist. He showed up at the clinic where they breifly diagnosed the break and amazingly said they could get started right away reconstructing the tooth. Rob chose lunch first, and slowly and painfully chewed with one side of his mouth the last of his solid meals in the week.
Later that day he went back to the dentist for the start of his tourture.
