Sniffle-cough
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Been sick. Reeeeally sick. Spent a week in Uyuni sniffling and hacking. Several days in, things... er... down under went awry as well.
The quack Army doctor (hotel was next to an Army base, Army doc charges ten bucks to run over and see ill tourists) told me to take Cipro for something I believe to be Giardia -- which Cipro does not kill. Sho 'nuff, a couple days later the situation had not improved. Ew. Quack Army doc also prescribed something for the sniffle -- I told him I was ok with the paracetamol keeping down the fever and would deal with the sniffle because I hate, hate, hate pseudoephedrine. He promised this stuff was not pseudoephedrine. And what did Vlad bring back from the pharmacy? CONTAC! (Say it with me... that's all, nothing else.) Contac, of course, contains pseudoephedrine, as does every single other over the counter cold medicine known to man. Not good when I know more than the doc does.
So last night I pumped myself full of Imodium in preparation for a twelve hour bus ride to La Paz where, this afternoon, I will visit a doctor who was trained in the US (read: hopefully knows his ass from a hole in the ground).
And hopefully some day I will get my journal updated. Last post was from weeks ago. Argh!
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Been sick. Reeeeally sick. Spent a week in Uyuni sniffling and hacking. Several days in, things... er... down under went awry as well.
The quack Army doctor (hotel was next to an Army base, Army doc charges ten bucks to run over and see ill tourists) told me to take Cipro for something I believe to be Giardia -- which Cipro does not kill. Sho 'nuff, a couple days later the situation had not improved. Ew. Quack Army doc also prescribed something for the sniffle -- I told him I was ok with the paracetamol keeping down the fever and would deal with the sniffle because I hate, hate, hate pseudoephedrine. He promised this stuff was not pseudoephedrine. And what did Vlad bring back from the pharmacy? CONTAC! (Say it with me... that's all, nothing else.) Contac, of course, contains pseudoephedrine, as does every single other over the counter cold medicine known to man. Not good when I know more than the doc does.
So last night I pumped myself full of Imodium in preparation for a twelve hour bus ride to La Paz where, this afternoon, I will visit a doctor who was trained in the US (read: hopefully knows his ass from a hole in the ground).
And hopefully some day I will get my journal updated. Last post was from weeks ago. Argh!
Leave a comment in my New Journal