Friday night was expat night-dinner out at this great place, 400 rupees for all you can eat kebab at your table AND buffet--what more could a girl want?
We have such a crew now, it's really great.
Next was drinks and dancing at Firangi Pani (which means foreign water-umm, ok) Fun times, although let me tell you, it was LOUD--and i am not a grandmother, it was seriously hard to hear each other talk. But, we got to hear the hare krishna hare ram song, AND the phillippino song, which has now gone from makking Diane gleeful to being a non-event since they play it almost everywhere we go!
You'll notice I am wearing glasses in the picture. Well, that's bc apparently in India it is common to contract conjunctivitis...or pink eye. Awesome. Saturday leads to my first, and hopefully last, India hospital experience...
It wasn't scary, it wasn't bad, just not a hospital in the states, and not somewhere I would like to be treated for more than an eye infection and a cold. No check-in, no waiting room. Neelima just walked into the doc's office, I stayed outside. Once she was done, he had me come in. What's wrong he said, I said I have goop in my eyes, albeit, maybe not a word they teach in english class, 'Come again?' he asks. Right, stuff, in my eyes, I point and make hand gestures. He gets it. Do you have an upper respiratory infection?' he asks.
'I have cystic Fibrosis'
'No No, not that, upper respiratory infection, nose, throat?'
'Well, yes, but it's my eyes that are the problem.' I point and gesture again, explain they are itchy etc etc. Still he pulls out his stethascope and asks if I have a sore throat. Then he explains that I have a cold that is manifesting itself through my eyes, writes down a bunch of perscriptions, shuts me up as I try to tell him what other meds I am on and what I've brought and tells me to go see the eye doctor just in case. Of course before sending me to the eye doctor I needed to pay, of course. Give him the payment and he stuffs it in his pocket--what? Can I have a receipt for that?
Once I go to the eye doctor, get my vision checked even though I told her I just did that, get a light shined in my eyes and try to pay again, I think I can go. But I made the mistake of asking for a receipt. Uh oh, someone noticed I was not registered with the hospital, that took 10 more minutes and 10 ruppes, but I got a fancy folder and a card. They didn't make Neelima do that! I wont go into waiting for the scripts, more of the same. All that wore me out and I needed a 2 hour nap before not going out that night....
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