This valley is particularly interesting – a major rail line runs through it and I have no idea how to get there!
I survived my first week somewhat in tact, but suffered a moderate case of the “runs” and an infected tooth (I’m guessing all from the same bacteria). I suspect some great tamales that we all had at lunch on Friday.
I called my dentist and he recommended a standard antibiotic. Here in Mexico it is common to have a doctor located next to a pharmacy. There is no fee for the doctor, as the pharmacy pays his or her salary.
My new friend Cesar (from LA) came to the rescue. We stopped at two local pharmacies and, crap, no doctor. I was in pain.
Cesar’s longtime friend and fellow coworker was called and he came to my aid. We drove to his high rise and then stopped at a phamacy nearby. No luck – no doctor.
A few kilometers down the road we (I) got lucky. A real female doctor right next to a pharmacy was open for business. All we had to do was wait, as we were about fourth in line. These are the times when friends are appreciated, and these two friends I had known for less than a week.
In this view you can see Kevin’s high rise apartment building in red and my white VW in white! The houses in the foreground are typical of Milenio Tres.
Fortunately it was warm and breezy and after about twenty minutes I got to see the doctor. Cesar was my interpreter. The doctor was a very young female, and we both were drawn to her very low cut top and fabulous breasts. Really! Yet she was very professional, checked my infected tooth, took my name and birth date and prescribed the needed antibiotic.
Within five minutes we were on our way. The next morning I could tell the medicine worked and today I would guess I am back to a full recovery. Had that not been the case, a root canal was the next option.
A few blocks away from me is a modern clinic and my favorite shopping store – Superama – oddly owned by Walmart!
Today life was better for me and getting better for Cesar. He opted for a new house a few blocks from me. As no human ever lived there, a few scorpions had moved in. After stomping the first one, he opted to spend the night with his buddy Kevin on the tenth floor of the red high rise. To make matters worse, he had lost his debit card at a local bank. We both had not had a very good first week in Mexico.
Yesterday his place was professionally fumigated. Today he cleaned his place and came over to mine for pasta. Then we went for a walk up and down the hills of Milenio Tres. I took these pictures after I dropped him off. Likely he will spend one more night with his friend to make certain all the unwelcome guests at his new home departed.
Scorpions, spiders and mosquitoes have lived here in Milenio Tres for millenniums before humans decided to move in. So who can blame them for defending their home?
