I got an urinary system infection...I shaved my legs on this occasion and went to the local hospital. A hospital like any other, with visible defects in the equipment for the disabled and with a long queue for a confirmation of payment form. While standing there I was admiring the woman in the counter, who was writing out forms the whole day long. Then, when you finally had the piece of paper, you needed to stand in another, long queue - does it remind you anything? Because I felt like in old days. A mere two hours later I was in the doctor's surgery. No wonder everything went so slowly!
The doctor either suffered from anemia or he was influenced by an "island pace of life", since he was moving and speaking very slowly (and what's more, in English hardly anything). I exercised my French, he did some drawing and came to conclusion that if I didn't live under stress I would never be ill. Then he asked me what I planned to do with my pains. Hmm, I thought, why the hell I shaved my legs? There will be no examination! But his eyes, gazing steadily at me, cheered me up: others are in much worse situation, I should have fever but I don't (the doctor was clearly dissatisfied with it).I went to the chemist's, was given antibiotic (medicines are included in examination-6 zlotys) and before I came back to my sailing boat I found out that twice a week they have so called clinic there: specialists from Australia come and when there is something wrong with a patient he is given a thorough examination. So it means I'm OK.
In places like Vanuatu I regret that I didn't become a doctor. So much you could help inhabitants of such places! But on the other hand, although they have so little they feel happy and this is an attitude which we, the Poles, lack.
For a toothache they chew the root which looks like a stick and the name of which I don't remember (something for amnesia, please!) and for all the other worries they sip kava in the afternoons. Kava is a plant whose root is soaked in water and then squeezed through a kind of sock. Then they mash it, add water and a drink looking like slops and tasting alike, is ready. After drinking it your jaw goes numb, you calm down your nerves, speak less. Wow! You could make fortune exporting this drink to countries full of garrulous, temperamental wives...
The doctor either suffered from anemia or he was influenced by an "island pace of life", since he was moving and speaking very slowly (and what's more, in English hardly anything). I exercised my French, he did some drawing and came to conclusion that if I didn't live under stress I would never be ill. Then he asked me what I planned to do with my pains. Hmm, I thought, why the hell I shaved my legs? There will be no examination! But his eyes, gazing steadily at me, cheered me up: others are in much worse situation, I should have fever but I don't (the doctor was clearly dissatisfied with it).I went to the chemist's, was given antibiotic (medicines are included in examination-6 zlotys) and before I came back to my sailing boat I found out that twice a week they have so called clinic there: specialists from Australia come and when there is something wrong with a patient he is given a thorough examination. So it means I'm OK.
In places like Vanuatu I regret that I didn't become a doctor. So much you could help inhabitants of such places! But on the other hand, although they have so little they feel happy and this is an attitude which we, the Poles, lack.
For a toothache they chew the root which looks like a stick and the name of which I don't remember (something for amnesia, please!) and for all the other worries they sip kava in the afternoons. Kava is a plant whose root is soaked in water and then squeezed through a kind of sock. Then they mash it, add water and a drink looking like slops and tasting alike, is ready. After drinking it your jaw goes numb, you calm down your nerves, speak less. Wow! You could make fortune exporting this drink to countries full of garrulous, temperamental wives...