The Easy, The Hard & The Impossible. Part 1.

There are many things we take for granted in modern life, because they are so easily achieved. Take buying a newspaper for instance; much easier than say, finding a doctor in a foreign country on a Saturday afternoon. But things don’t always work out that way.
I arrived in Tequila on Tuesday evening, and spent Wednesday familiarising myself with the area around my hotel. On Thursday, I felt dreadful. I had no energy, a tight chest and a headache. I was wiped out to the point I feared I had suffered another embolism. Friday was no better; I must have looked pretty rough too. When I ventured from my hotel room for food and drink (well, drink, I had little appetite), the reception staff got me to talk to an English speaking colleague on the phone. “Are you OK? Do you need a doctor?”, “I’ll be fine, I’m just having a bad day, gracias”. British bulldog spirit! More of that later…
Saturday brought a little respite, and with it some common sense. If I had had another errant blood clot, it made sense to get myself checked over. But how does one find a doctor in Mexico on a Saturday afternoon? I ask at reception “Lo siento, yo necesito un medico por favor”.
“Si, no problemo”, and I am waved to a seat where I begin to catch up with world events via my phone (the hotel wifi is useless beyond reception).
Just a few minutes later I hear the wailing of a siren. To my acute embarrassment the flashing red and blue lights come to a halt outside the hotel, and two paramedics come rushing in. Apparently finding “un medico” in Tequila on a Saturday afternoon is surprisingly easy…
Ten minutes later they are on their way again. I am reassured that my blood pressure and heart rate are fine, but my blood sugar levels are off the scale. That’s OK, I can self-medicate for that. I drink copious amounts of water, eat some melon and yoghurt, and force myself to exercise.I start by seeing if I can find any American newspapers in Tequila – afterall they have American tourists. I have no luck, in fact I can find no newspapers on sale in Tequila, but I do discover Arturo’s bar, where the genial Arturo is delighted to help me explore Tequila’s national drink. Traditional self-medication at it’s best.To be continued…

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