• Hospital Terrors

    by  • May 28, 2013 • Info • 0 Comments

    This trip to Venice Italy has been very memorable that is for sure. Nerves and butterflies that overwhelmed me during our check into Los Angeles have turned sour in the bitter wet cold from the Venetian breezes and sky. The ten plus hour flight drained everyone of their sanity as well as their energy. And once we set foot on the Venetian cobblestone we were ready to explore with curiosity.
    Throughout the several days of exhausting exploration of the Venetian hot spots everyone was up late bonding and laughing while I on the other hand slept during 99% of my free time. Don’t get me wrong, I admit that I do have my lazy moments but I am not a lazy person so being exhausted all the time was so out of character for me.
    I did not know what was wrong with me. When we walked over the many bridges built over the abundance of canals, I was always a little dizzy and out of breath at the top. Thank god for the decent down to save me from going crazy. I am extremely stubborn and just thought that I had a bad case of jet lag and that everything would be okay in a few days, that is until it started to hurt swallowing cocoa cola, water and sprite. I then immediately went to the pharmacy and kept drinking tea throughout my many times at the cafe bars.
    Two visits later I finally gained some sanity from the pharmacy. But that was after a painful morning of me waking up and having to face the and pop my ego and tell Dr Dru that indeed I was not feeling good and it was only getting worse.
    If we were back home or somewhere in the United States I would have caved earlier because I was used to the medical system, but in Venice Italy they do not have doctors with their own places of practice. No, they only have the hospital.
    The thought and word “hospital” was the reason why I tried to hold off and kept saying that I was fine when indeed I was not. Dr Dru was kind and took me to the hospital and was there to guide me through the many confusing and much terrifying experience of my life when it comes to being in a different country. Not only was it intimidating that the signs were obviously in Italian and I was already frightened so I had no level head to make the attempt to try and read it.
    Hospitals as a whole are confusing with their many floors and abundance of connected buildings. But the comforting thing about the Venetian hospital is that it is calming and inviting once individuals get past the electronic doors and into the open and green courtyard.
    There are even cats in the courtyard which helped me calm down and take a few deep and cold breaths. At that point I was just so overwhelmed with the confusion of the hospital system and where exactly I was supposed to go that I wasn’t too conscious or concerned about the cold.
    The directions to whoever could help me were unclear and a nurse had to lead us to the correct door. Then we wait. And wait. And get excited because it seems as if we are next in line but no. Tourists aren’t so high up on the Venetian totem poll. Finally they motioned me in and I felt a flood of terror as I was pointed to sit in this scary looking seat. It was a small room as it was, and to squeeze in Dr Dru, the nurse, the doctor and myself made me crazy with claustrophobia.
    He poked things in my ear and made me open my mouth. Scared me with his rapid Italian to the nurse and Dr Dru because I had no idea what was wrong with me until I understood the word “tonsilitus”. Then the frightening childhood memory of hearing friends and schoolmates getting their tonsils surgically torn out came to mind, but then again the good thing about that would be the abundance of ice cream. But thank god that my case was not that bad so all I needed was a prescription for antibiotics.
    Day four of taking the antibiotics and I feel awesome! It is five o’clock somewhere and the night is young in Venice and the people I am surrounded with are making me laugh and feel alive again. Salute!


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