Wilma changed Isla forever. I was reminded last night, when I went to the Navy hospital for a deep gash on my shin. Had I had a tetanus shot? Yes, right after Wilma! They were free then, too. We were crawling around in rubble, at risk of stepping on nails.
Are you a Mexican? No, norteunidense. At which point, the attending physician, ordered the two younger doctors to stand at attention. She pronounced me a Mexican, with a crisp triple salute.
Cost for a peroxide cleaning and butterly dressing and antibiotic prescription to fill, $260 pesos, Sense of belonging, priceless.
4 comments:
Cool!
I've been treated at that hospital as well. An eye injury from a chunk of concrete. The cost was very reasonable, and I felt I got excellent care there. But I never got pronounced "Mexican"!
Hope the shin heals up.
Ouch Zina! Hope it heals soon!
Beck
Sorry about your leg, and congratulations as well. You're becoming more Mexicana every day!
You are right, absolutely priceless!
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