I've been sick. It's easing now but for a few days it was feel-like-I'm-swallowing-cockleburs-and-shivering-under-16-blankets-and-even-my-bone-marrow-hurts sick. Went to the (English speaking!) Czech doc and he took my temperature twice, looked confounded, and then had a nurse take it. "It's unbelievably high," he said with a furrowed brow. My teeth were chattering.
In the U.S., if I was sick I'd hop in the car and drive 10 minutes to the local HealthPartners Clinic. Here, the journey is much more ambitious, especially when you feel like you might faint along the way.
From school, I take the tram. (From home, an additional metro leg is added.)
From school, I take the tram. (From home, an additional metro leg is added.)
Then I have to walk downhill...
...past these old painted lady storage containers. There's no road for cars near them, which is odd.
After about a 7 minute walk, I end up at the gates of the Canadian Medical Center.
Apparently it used to be a sanatorium, according to this tile?
It's a stately, mansion-esque building on the outside...
...and on the inside.
The verdict: An ear/nose/throat infection, hayfever, a high fever and something "-itis" in my chest. I left with 5 prescriptions and a note for a week off work, as is the status quo in this country. So are prescriptions for a week by the sea or a trip to a massage therapist!
Spent a Friday and weekend at home and am back in the grind, though another day off would've probably been prudent. Now BW is sniffly...
