Free At Last

I realize that I have been remiss in my reporting and soooo much has been going on and I feel so behind. About this time Leea says, “Whoa Sparky.” She’s come to call me Sparky because I have a tendency to get all excited and wound up and going fast (see.) She also calls me Tilty because I sometimes look backward or to the side while walking forward which causes me to either start to fall sideways or walk sideways. But I digress. I have lots more to tell you about my trip to the HospitaldelMar and the people I met, but it will have to wait because I have other exciting stuff to share and I’m getting behind.

I got out of the Hospitaldelmar Tuesday about three and took a cab home. I had released Leea from guard duty to go enjoy herself and see some sights. I was sore and stiff, but got back to the hotel.

After catching my breath I went in search of the Farmacia to fill the prescriptions the doctor had given me, at least the one designed to help the blood circulation around the incision. I said to the Farmicist who spoke English, “You say I have to do what?!” When he told me I had to inject this medicine under the skin with this thing with a needle attached. It all looked very proper and medical, but I hate needles. I can’t even look when someone else sticks them in me. As a child I jumped off the doctors table, crawled under my mother’s legs, ran out the door of the clinic and climbed a tree. I told them I wouldn’t come down unless they promised not to give me a shot. Ironically, that same doctor pierced my ears when I was eighteen.

Anyway, I took the prescription and went back to the hotel thinking maybe Leea would do it. Her response was a gentle, “No f*ing way.” So I disowned her. I new I had a decision to make. I could chicken out or do what I needed to so to take care of myself. I had visions of me not pushing hard enough causing the needle to bounce off or shrieking and jumping up causing the needle to break off in my skin. Oh well what is one more hospital visit. I thought of all the nurses and ex junkies I knew that could do this if I was at home, not to me mention all the junkies in the neighborhood around our hotel if I was willing to risk disease, theft, or ridicule for being such a pussy. So I sucked up all the courage I could muster, squeezed the skin and jabbed the thing into my body. And, it was no big deal.

So Leea and I went across the street to Organic is Orgasmic for dinner. The doctor told me I could eat pretty much whatever I wanted, just to eat small amounts five or six times a day until it gets healed and everything starts working again. He said I am fixed which made me feel like an old cat or bitch dog. Our dinner was scrumptious. I had a crepe which had very nicely cooked vegetables inside and came with a yummy hummus and a guacamole with very little avocado. Then sleep, sweet sleep.

On Wednesday we got ready to go to Paris. We decided to continue on trip for a number of reasons. The most important is that I did not feel ready to hop on a jet and take a long flight home. Also, it would have been a pain to cancel all the arrangements and book new flights. Our trip to Paris was booked on an overnight train and we had a sleeping compartment in first class, so I could lay down in the bed and sleep. I can get some recuperation and rest in Paris before the flight home.