But, I saw a doctor. And not just any doctor, a surgeon. And I didn’t see him on any normal day, but on his day off. And I didn’t see this surgeon just anywhere, I saw him in his house. And no, before you ask, of course I didn’t have an appointment, and he wasn’t expecting me. So yes, I did wake him up from a nap.
How did I get there, you ask?
All with the help of my lovely new friend, Malou, the hotel manager at the very beautiful and fabulous (translation: stay there :)) Loboc River Resort. She checked us in and pretty much the first words out her mouth once she heard me ‘speak’ was “you need to see a doctor. I will take you at 2:30”. Ok. Going to the doctor in the Philippines – Bring. It. On.
2:30 arrives, she gets a driver for us and escorts me into town. We stop at the municipal doctor, who wasn’t in. She had taken a half day that day. Good call. It’s a beautiful day outside. If I coulda, I woulda, … Err,.. Strike that, I suppose I have. 🙂 Anyway, Malou then tells me we’ll go to the Private Doctor, he’s a surgeon…. If he’s home.
Me: If he’s home? Should we call first? Does he take drop ins?
Malou: Yes, his home. Only in the Philippines. (Big smile)
Me: Are you sure we shouldn’t call first?
Malou: I don’t have his number. It will be ok.
5 minutes later, we pull up to an unassuming house, with a nice view of the Loboc River and Malou jumps out and rings the doorbell. She waits a completely polite amount of time and then rings it again… Shortens her wait time by half and rings again three times quickly and with a longer push (riiiiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiiing, riiiiiiiiiiing) and stands back. Nothing. I’m thinking we’ve had a good run here bit should probably cut our losses. Malou has a different idea.
She heads for his backyard, where I hear her call out to him through a window a few times. A short minute later, he calls back. A conversation happens inside to outside and she comes back and says he will be out in a minute.
I’m sitting there, feeling gross but conflicted. We’re at the doctor, err… SURGEON’S house,… We have to have woken him up or at least corralled him to open a door he wasn’t going to open and he’s going to treat me. Hmmm. He’s gonna be mad. I braced myself.
Nope. Talk about expecting the worst Kim. Shame on you. A smiling gentleman who had clearly just dressed quickly opens the door slowly and patiently and ushers us into his office/living room. He makes small talk as he cleans what I can only assume he’s going to put down my throat to see what’s going on. Turns out he’s been to San Francisco a bunch, knows where Sausalito is and wonders why I’m traveling when I live somewhere so beautiful already. (Normal Kim would have gone on and on describing all the beauty I’ve seen in Southeast Asia so far… Sick Kim had to stop with “thank you/Salamat”).
Anyway, the entire visit takes about 15 minutes, and we walk away with a prescription for antibiotics, painkillers and cold medicine, which Malou and the driver take to 3 different pharmacies to fill while I go home and rest (which, we know I don’t do well, consisted of hunting for monkeys and water buffalo :)).The irony of this entire story, besides the obvious bit of Kim Brennan NOT talking, is, of course, I was finally traveling with someone…. And I could barely talk. Posting this a little after the fact, I’m traveling solo again and my voice is back completely. On one hand,… BOOOOOOOO – I had lots more to say. I think I did an ok job of still saying a lot of it but it sure didn’t sound pretty. And on the other hand, THANK GOODNES I wasn’t alone and, in fact, I was super well taken care of because it made it so we could still do and see so many amazing things. #LuckyKim
Where am I? Posting About: Bohol, Philippines (pics coming soon)
Where Am I? Posting From: Puerto Princesa, Palawan, Philippines
Temperature: Bohol: 29º/85º Puerto Princesa: 30º/86º
Humidity: Bohol: 69% Puerto Princesa: 75%