Ian has been injecting me with the anti-coagulants – you can imagine the scanario although he does have an advantage as I can’t run away. As he was away on Monday I was going to go to the health centre. I must admit that I had a rather strange idea of how far I would be able to go on crutches. The baker is about as far as I can get and this entails resting on the way back. It was impossible to get to the health centre when Ian was away so I gave Emma a note and asked her to see Tony and Montse in their bar and see if they could ask for a nurse (any nurse) to come round. Tony has a bad back and is also going to the nurse regulary so he was going to ask when he went to the health centre. However a nurse didn’t turn up which left us all a bit high and dry.
Tuesday was a Spanish holiday and Tony came round to get me and we went to the emergency clinic in Llerena to be injected. Me with the anticoagulants and him with his painkiller. We must have looked a right pair and we got injected at the same time, so we were stood there me exposing my stomach which now looks like a pin cushion and him his back. We buy our drugs from the famacia and keep them here, so I was amused by us sat in the waiting room with our hyperdermics clutched tightly.
The normal village doctor is away and I had a not-so-good experience with the locum doctor who didn’t seem to want to answer my questions about getting my ankle checked. He told me to go to the hospital who sent me to Llerena health centre. he actually locked the door when I was in the waiting room – however the Spanish girls in there were not having it and banged on the doctors door until he opened it!
The first day at the Llerena health centre was ok – but the second day was horrible. Ian thought I was going to hit the doctor with a crutch. The dr read my ‘enforma’, was muttering and shaking his head about my muy mucho malo torbillo (very bad ankle) and then as if to double check started prodding it so roughly that I screamed and clutched a crutch. Apparently neither the two 4 inch scars, nor the fact that the fracture is classified as severe did not suggest the pain that I might be in! He was also prodding around the staples at which point I was going to either faint or leave, but he was actually seeing if they were ready to come out. I am hopefully going to have half out next week – but what half…. If it is the same man then I am definately leaving, I can imagine him coming towards me with a staple remover.
I’ve run out of anti coagulants which we will have to get tomorrow. I have to take these for another few weeks. Ian is very gentle and quick, but my whole middle is feeling very sore. He keeps telling me that these are a lot smaller needles than he used to inject the goats. I did point out that goat skin is likely to be a bit tougher than me. Well hopefully.
When Emma came back from Tony and Montse’s on Monday she was armed with a huge platter of cakes. Cream cakes, chocolate ones, biscuit cake etc. These were from a group of people in the village and go with the quails eggs which I have also been given.
We went to have breakfast at Tony and Montse’s bar on Friday. We didn’t have churros (I have enough problems without a major churros-induced seisure), but had tostada with tomato and oil. It was lovely and very simple but very refreshing. The tomato is pulped with olive oil and it is spooned onto the toast. This is the first time we went out for breakfast and we really enjoyed it – sitting and watching the world go by in the square. Needless to say Ian made us tostada and tomato the next day for breakfast.
Adelardo is back from his holiday and I asked him about the locum I saw. Ah yes, he replied ‘you saw the strange doctor’. Apparently he is famous in the village for being strange. I think locking your door so you can’t see patients is very strange and it was obvioulsy the same doctor.