"Tienes que ir al medico......"

Translation: "You need to go to the doctor."

I don't like the doctor. Yet alone in another country. However, long story short, I have a pretty bad stye on my eye.

When I say pretty bad, I mean it's obnoxiously big and swollen.

This picture doesn't do it justice, mainly because I look like hunchback of notre dame and I don't want to put a worse picture up if I don't have to ;) Take it from me and everyone that I've crossed paths with this week. It's bad.

This all began Monday. I woke up with a swollen eyelid. No big deal. It was just swollen. I thought maybe I got something in my eye and slept with it in there, or maybe my eye was stressed because I went to the movies the night before (side note: I went and saw a French comic movie about England, and it was translated into Spanish..never have I ever felt more European or more cool). So I wore my glasses and continued on through the day.

Then Tuesday I woke up and it looked like I got socked in the face. Dang. I was hoping it would just magically heal with rest. Tuesdays I usually go over to one of the teacher's houses for lunch. So while we were there we looked up ideas on how to get rid of styes on the internet. We read about normal things, such as applying dry heat or putting in eye drops. We also read tying a black thread around your opposite big toe to cure it.

Nope those didn't work.

So today, I'm teaching class and at the end my teacher says "Tienes que ir al medico."
I cringed.

So, because my life is filled with the nicest people in the world, one of the teachers, Silvia, called her father. During recess (around 11:30) me, Silvia, and her father went to "el medico."

Now, here's my lesson of the day. I don't fully understand exactly how medical insurance, doctors, etc. works in the United States. I've learned that we have private doctor's offices, though. Here, the doctor's offices are public. It looks more like a hospital on the inside. There were a lot of people there. Which I thought was interesting. Everytime I go to the doctor, I wait for 200389839238 hours even though I already made an appointment and there's only a few people in the waiting room. Nope, in Spain it's much quicker. The doctor was nice, and simply told me to go to the pharmacy and get medicine. A topical antibiotic and an oral antibiotic just in case the topical doesn't work.

I didn't have an appointment and there was a bunch of people and I was in and out in about 10 minutes. And I didn't have to fill out paperwork/pay (But that was because the doctor was a friend of a family ...shhhhh! hehehehe). Take that, doctor that I went to when I was dying with mono!!!!

So, on our way back to the school we picked up a topical AND oral antibiotic for THREE EUROS. THAT'S IT. SO CHEAP. 

It was quite the experience. But hey, I learned a bit about the Spanish medical system and even learned about our own. Pretty cool.

In other news, after school I went to another teacher's (Diana) mother's house for lunch. She cooked so much food and now I'm so full. But it was delicious. Her mother is so talented and adorable. She showed me all the clothes she handmade. They were awesome.

Life's good and I'm so blessed and lucky.

But I still look like the Hunchback of Notre Dame.