And because you’ve all been following my medical drama, I have to report that I finally went to the doctor and got myself an antibiotic. I think I dragged my feet for so long because I didn’t want to spend the money on something that should have gone away with a cup of coffee and an Advil, but didn’t. Of course, I lassoed L. into going with me because “I get nervous at the doctor’s and what if I don’t understand something or they don’t understand me and… it sucks to be me!” So he dutifully followed me there and then didn’t have to say a word! My doctor was friendly. She wasn’t a gringa hating she-devil and she really listened to me which is important. She said it was odd that the first doctor I saw gave me only 5 days of treatment when really for a sinus infection it should be 10 to 15. Well, I know now. She told me that because the first round of treatment was so short, I felt better initially but now the bacteria were multiplying again. That’s such a fun image that. My bacteria staging a coup in sinuses.
I thought it was funny because as she’s telling me how to take the medications, she was at the same time explaining that I should:
1) Never go outside with wet hair.
2) Thoroughly dry offending hair after each time it is washed.
3) Avoid drafty places.
4) Avoid temperature changes.
5) Drink only liquids with no ice.
I remember one time I was commenting to a gringa friend living here about the obsession Chileans have with the cold. It’s like they respect and fear it versus the Minnesotan side of me who was told to embrace it and even brag about it (I would walk a mile to get my mail in -40º!). My friend shook her head and said that was the developed country in me talking and when you live in a country where most people do not have the luxury of adjusting their thermostat if they feel a chill, protecting yourself against the cold becomes that much more important and dressing you baby like a tiny mummy doesn’t seem so amusing (at least to this gringa).
Of course, L. took the doctor’s advice to heart and when we went out to lunch, he ordered his beverage without ice so that I could have a sip if I wanted. Then later, he reminded me on MSN before I signed off to meet him at home that I had to bundle up against the…probably 60º weather. It was very cute and very Chilean of him.
I do agree with one aspect. Winter is really miserable here. Remember that I am from Minnesota where is usually below zero, so I know cold. It’s a different cold–that you can’t shake. The only solution I have found is drinking lots of hot drinks and going as long between showers as possible. If you see me in the same outfit twice in the winter it’s because I was too cold to get undressed and then re-dressed. And if I could find someone who wanted to bring me a steady supply of food, I wouldn’t be against hibernation either.
Now, I need to pack for my über short weekend trip to Concepción. I do still consider it one of the coldest places…perhaps on earth after being introduced to Chilean winter there in 2006. I remember I shivered so hard that my abs hurt. I like to think I’m tougher now. So, let’s see how me and my head full of rebel bacteria do in avoiding drafty places. I shall report back.