Operación Triunfo

It's not a popular Academy Contest Program widely broadcast throughout Spain. Neither it is a mysterious mission that I've been in charge. Well...not likely...at least :P

It appeared that I was wrong about the summary of my last post. The worst was still there haunting me like a sadistic ghost during the night that followed. What happened then?

I was operated on Monday's morning at 9.00 a.m. for Appendicitis.

Yeah, that was what it all about...baby

I ate, I swam and I suffered.

Should I go to see the doctor earlier, I wouldn't have had to suffer all that scary experience, because they would have me operated anyway sooner or later. Hmm, let bygones be bygones.

6.00 am, Sunday : I was suddenly drawn from my slumber into reality by a sharp pain in my abdomen. I went down to the Consejería and asked the security guard Josefa to call for a taxi which later on took me at a slow pace to the hospital.

Curious is the way "they" work and coordinate here. The emergency service and quick response were to be expected just like in Bangkok; male nurses were supposed to be promted to attend any incoming serious patient. No one was at the Emergency Unit and I was told through an intercom to use the main entrance, 10 - 15 meters away, which was considerably far for my condition. It took something like 15 minutes to put me in a room waiting for analysis and another 20 minutes or so for a night-shift doctor to do the paper work and analyze my symptom. Everything was incredibly slow :(

And then there came the most generous "médica" I had encountered ever. With serious face and unfriendly look, she asked me questions and questions about my personal information and what I had done before. Normal paper work and analysis basics. For me it wasn't so, I have to admit that my so-called perfect Spanish level had drastically dropped to subzero. I hardly caught a word and had to ask her to repeat many times.

This didn't seem to please this "I am the only one in the world who works hard" doctor. Her face became even more irritated and her voice rose higher than the level I call "annoying". Everything she did to me, for me at least, seemed that way.

But who cares?!?!? Just have it analyzed and do something!!! As long as she could cure me, I didn't care what she said.

I might be subjective on this matter but have to say that I felt mentally disturbed then. The following day my case was transferred to a new doctor; more amiable, friendly and confident. It was then I realised that I wasn't being subjective! She could treat me civilly as this kind doctor but she did not.

I thank all the divinity that exists in the Heavenly Abode for getting rid of that foul witch for me :D

This is the most impressive experience during my stay in the hospital. Even the operation itself can't beat it. The tormenting post-operation days were annoying but promising. The visit of my beloved friends yielded me lots of will to talk and move. The kind nurses were as attentive, caring and hard-working as they could possibly be (However, I had no idea how they managed to fit their "girl fight activity" in their busy timetable when I heard them blaming each other "for not having responsibilities" in the corridor in front of my room).

Now I'm safe and sound in my beloved Africa again. The day looks gloomily yellow with autumn rain sprinkling lazily all over Madrid which is perfect for locking myself in the room writing blogs and keeping up on what I have missed during my convalescence.

Until next time when I come up with something new, just don't go jumping or doing sports after having meal!!