Over the past week I have notfelt likewriting. It is not because I haven'thad experiences, Ihave. But it is a selfish and anxious reason that hasgrabbed at the pant leg of my consciousness and kept me fromfocusing.
About 18 days ago I developed an earinfection. GivenI pay for expat insurance Iwentto urgent care at one of the local hospitals here. The person triaging me was concerned, got me on anantibiotic and gave me eardrops. I wasan attentive patient and took all medications prescribed.
The infection was weird. There was some discharge from theear. WhenI put the drops in, ittook 7-8 hours before the earcleared and I could hearagain. At the end of the drugs, I had okay hearing for a day and then it seemedlike cotton was stuffed into my ear. As a result of the diminishedhearing, I have scheduled an appointment with an ENT.
Things are differenthere. Myappointmentis tomorrow, Saturday, at9:40. I will get up early shower, eat my meager breakfast and headoff. The meager breakfast is another thing. After I saw the first ENT I figured it made sense to get a doctor here inPortugal. The ENT gave me three names and I picked onerandomly.
Spent 45 minutes detailing my long history of medical maladies to the doctor Ichose.As a result of the visit, I had a blooddraw. They must have taken a pint out ofme. So manyvials. Had a EKG. Also,I was set for both an endoscopyand a colonoscopy. Here they do them at the sametime. Prep was awful, justlikeany other time you have those"procedures". Two days of fasting and one day of taking theeuphemisticallynamedMoviprep. Yeah, it isGo Lightlywithout lime flavoring.
Given that I had fasted for three days, andgiven that thedoctor told me to lose weight I have restarted following my Weight Watchersapp. Todaywas hard, Tuesday wasalso hard. Both days Iwas at events where anall-you-could-eat meal was scheduled in tandem with what was going on. I wasa bit high on my food points but I had alot ofexercise minutes that balanced things out.
The earworriesme. It is distracting and generallyannoying. The only reason I feltlike writing anything was that I had two minor winstoday. My sons have been here since December and we haveplanned totravel while they arehere. But inevitably, a conflict with another event arises, or it rains, or there is a trainstrike. Last week we all agreed to head to Seville on the cheap, i.e., take a bus and stay on the less luxe side ofaccommodations.
First, I tried to get a clean butlivable placetostay. IHG has no properties in Seville so my points are useless. Kayak and Expedia wereswamps with far too many listings to be as useful as Ifound them in thepast. Years ago, I was a frequent Marriott traveler so I signed upagain to look at their properties and get a feel forcurrent rates in the city.
There was one of theirsecond-tierproperties thatseemed like a goodfit. I thought the price wasa bit high but it was a known commodity andall. When Ibooked the rooms there was a button to seeavailable offers. For about 15% off the quoted rate, you could get the same roomand breakfastfor twoadults. I grabbedit. Win number one was in the bag.
Once I hadsecuredthe room, I needed to reserve the bus. As God is my witness I spent thirty minutes trying toget the Rede Expressos website to take myreservation. Ientered, reentered and reentered again all four of our passport numbers, cell phone numbers, emails and ages. Each time Igot to the paymentarea;the appwould freezeup. Aftertrying three I said, "Bagit I headed up to the bus station to see if I could buy the tickets there.
Meta helpfulclerk at the international bus ticketing booth. When I asked him for the least expensive but refundable tickets to Seville he quoted me half of what I would have paid on thewebsite. It took a fewminutes to get the tickets printed and paidfor. However, it was far less time than I had already spentscrewing around with theapp. Win numbertwo was captured. My hope is that the visit tomorrow will be win number three.Sometimes technology isgreat, but not always.
Asforthe former US President, I don't givea god-damn about him, his troubles or hisprospects. As for Gaza, thousands of people, and I have to believe the majority of them are innocents and noncombatants in thisstruggle, are dying. Such a situation is not just, andmorally indefensible. Hamas started this. Israel responded with an iron fist. Rinse and repeat. Oh, how I wish the world could change and lose thehatreds, resentments, senses of grievance andentitlement. Not in my lifetime I guess. Andshock, Navalny is dead. I shouldappendPeter Gabriel's Biko at the end of this but I won't. That is it formy current affairs commentary.
The moon is out tonight and the way itilluminatesthe courtyard behind the buildings of this block is gentle andbeguiling. Looking at such soft pale light brings peace at least for me. In my mind I canhear a gentle tune playing in thebackground, a remnant from last Sunday's concert at the CCB in anticipation of Carnival. Here it is, be soothed.
Blessed peace to you my friends, a peace that permeates every corner of your troubled souls. Sit back and take in the air slowly as you let every muscle relax. Glance up at the moon, it is free, and more importantly it is there for all of us.
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