So despite passing the ambulences a couple of streets away from the hostel they took 1/2hr to arrive by which stage cooking lentijhes the previous night had paid off - one of the girls i´d feb turned out to be a medic on a year abroad.......... perfect! Having sussed me out the medics were keen to whisk me off to colonia´s hospital but we had other plans (although at this stage eleanor had disappeared off with her disfunctional STA mastercard - might hold off on transferring much through) since we were already late for check-in for the ferry.
Promising to go to hospital in BA we boarded the ferry whilst trying to break the happy news to mum relatively calmly between ice packs pressed to my face and hand. One productive ferry ride later and i´d sorted out a claims no. although further trouble arose when Eleanor realised she´d lost Muriels address and we managed to ring through... and write down the wrong building no. Wishing eachother luck and joking with passers-by about my war wounds we split up - me for the German Hospital and Eleanor for the hostel where her bags were stored.
First task was persuading the registrar that I warranted emergency care since it was out of hours, second was to negotiate a hospital where no-one spoke english whilst trying to keep my trousers up with one hand bound up and the other dealing with papers and luggage.
Thankfully i found another friendly stranger - this time the doctor who saw me who locked my luggage up in his office. Despite joking about the iodine moustache and goatee he was painting on he saw fit to ask me out for a drink when i returned in March. I think he´s more likely to see me in emergency care! after getting rather lost between departments not really knowing where i was meant to be headed in any case i emerged with an even larger bandage and no antibiotics - the farmacias both in and opposite the hospital being closed.
Getting into my taxi I reached the aching awareness that i hadn´t yet taken any pain killers and that they were locked firmly in the trunk whilst my natural pain blockers cooled down from their marathon screaming match of ´it really doesn´t hurt that much!´ On route I fielded a call from Sabrina to say that her aunts address was 1845 rodriguez tena not 45 and that eleanor had arrived in tears (later realising she´d also lost her backpack on route) at least there was steaming pizza on the table (even if Eleanor had to cut it into babysize chunks for me as writing and cutting just doesn´t happen atm).
A trip to FarmaCity and a kip on the sofa preceded our taxi to the airport at 2:30am. Despite not being able to fill out any forms and signing in a baby scribble with my left hand I got to Rio to Lapa. The Place to be at night but apparently not so much in the day!
Promising to go to hospital in BA we boarded the ferry whilst trying to break the happy news to mum relatively calmly between ice packs pressed to my face and hand. One productive ferry ride later and i´d sorted out a claims no. although further trouble arose when Eleanor realised she´d lost Muriels address and we managed to ring through... and write down the wrong building no. Wishing eachother luck and joking with passers-by about my war wounds we split up - me for the German Hospital and Eleanor for the hostel where her bags were stored.
First task was persuading the registrar that I warranted emergency care since it was out of hours, second was to negotiate a hospital where no-one spoke english whilst trying to keep my trousers up with one hand bound up and the other dealing with papers and luggage.
Thankfully i found another friendly stranger - this time the doctor who saw me who locked my luggage up in his office. Despite joking about the iodine moustache and goatee he was painting on he saw fit to ask me out for a drink when i returned in March. I think he´s more likely to see me in emergency care! after getting rather lost between departments not really knowing where i was meant to be headed in any case i emerged with an even larger bandage and no antibiotics - the farmacias both in and opposite the hospital being closed.
Getting into my taxi I reached the aching awareness that i hadn´t yet taken any pain killers and that they were locked firmly in the trunk whilst my natural pain blockers cooled down from their marathon screaming match of ´it really doesn´t hurt that much!´ On route I fielded a call from Sabrina to say that her aunts address was 1845 rodriguez tena not 45 and that eleanor had arrived in tears (later realising she´d also lost her backpack on route) at least there was steaming pizza on the table (even if Eleanor had to cut it into babysize chunks for me as writing and cutting just doesn´t happen atm).
A trip to FarmaCity and a kip on the sofa preceded our taxi to the airport at 2:30am. Despite not being able to fill out any forms and signing in a baby scribble with my left hand I got to Rio to Lapa. The Place to be at night but apparently not so much in the day!
(Picture accredited to Drage; weapon of mass facial/dexteral destruction)
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