Recovery Day #53!
Last night I went to bed at 10:15, fell asleep
quickly, woke up at 1:15, changed my AD, updated my blog, watched some Game
of Thrones, and returned to bed at 2:15am, I got up again at 5:45, changed
my AD, returned to bed, finally waking/getting up at 7:45.
Teresa talked to Patricia then informed me there is a
cream called Cero (zero) used on babies to alleviate irritation and she
will get me some for my poor irritated penis.
We left the apt at 10am and arrived at El Tesoro by
10:30, plenty early for her 11:20 appointment. We entered the first entrance of
the mall and I immediately saw the little kiosk copy center. While I waited a
few minutes to have some pages printed Teresa scoped out some nearby stores.
When I was done, she motioned me over to a shoe store. She said a gringo didn’t
speak Spanish and was having difficulty buying a pair of shoes. I told him I
was from Chicago and he said he was from Georgia. I explained the saleslady is
afraid the shoes are too tight and he replied they will be fine as long as he
keeps his toenails trimmed.
Nobraskja texted me they have a package for me. I told
her I would leave an envelope with cash when I return from El Tesoro.
We went to Clinica de Quirofanos where after bouncing
back and forth from desk to desk and Teresa filling out papers I charged her
upcoming surgery. Strangely, my Citibank card was declined so I had to use my
USAA bank card. They gave her some bill that we took to Carulla where we put a
little more cash into an account for what reason I don’t know.
We had lunch in J&C Delicias.
We walked to Dr. Sierra’s office just north of the mall where a security guard notified us that his office had moved to the new Torre Medica #2. Teresa called the office to confirm that but she forgot to ask which office in the tower. I led her the shortest route to the tower, she called their office number and we went up to the 16th floor. Most of the office space is still unused but we found his office at the end of the hall. Teresa talked for some time with the two receptionists and I finally paid the millions of pesos in cash for the Doctor’s fee. Her surgery is scheduled for early Monday morning but due to Covid there doesn’t appear to be an available bed so they will assign us a nurse for the first night to help her in our apartment. That’s going to be awkward with her in her condition and me in mine. We should get a refund but we might use it to entice the nurse to stay over additional nights.
We returned to the apt
in heavy traffic and it started raining as we approached Envigado.
Troyclough resigned a close
game increasing my rating to 1575.
As soon as we returned
to the apt I removed my clothes and went for a nap but as I was lying there I
realized I had forgotten to check if I my package arrived and I had forgotten
to leave cash to pay for it.
When I got up a little
over an hour later I gave Teresa an envelope with 44 mil and asked her to drop
it off at the porteria for Envios Market.
Teresa told me
Esmeralda was going to pick us up to go for pizza or patacones but I begged off. I’d been out enough today.
Shortly after she left,
a portero stopped by and delivered my package. Officially, it’s called an
External Urinary Catheter Kit by Vastmedic. I’ll give that a try
tomorrow to hopefully reduce the number of ADs I have to wear and the
irritation my penis is experiencing in wet diapers.
Teresa gave me a list
of medications she will need so I’ll try to get them from Todo Drogas
tomorrow. She has other tests and test results to pick up so she’ll be pretty
busy again tomorrow morning.
The
New York Times’ 7-day average of new daily infections and deaths has the US
with 140,893 ð 143,792 ð 145,913 new cases and 809 ð 910 ð 974 new deaths.
Per
Medellin Guru, as of yesterday, Colombia has a total of 3,154 ð 3,193 ð 3,416 new cases with 93 ð 120 ð 122 new deaths. Medellin has
258 ð 319 ð 323 new cases from August 19th to 20th. Envigado has
15 ð 19 ð 7 new cases from August 19th
to 20th.
Joke of
the day
And finally… Donald Trump and Barack Obama somehow
ended up at the same barbershop. As they sat there, each being worked on by a
different barber, not a word was spoken. The barbers were even afraid to start
a conversation, for fear it would turn to politics. As the barbers finished
their shaves, the one who had Trump in his chair reached for the aftershave.
Trump was quick to stop him saying, 'No thanks, my wife will smell that and
think I've been in a whorehouse,' The second barber turned to Obama and said,
'How about you?' Obama replied, 'Go ahead, my wife doesn't know what the inside
of a whorehouse smells like.’
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