Sometimes. Not all of the time, but sometimes, Murphy’s Law is my life. And i guess it kind of has to be because, after all, my last name is Murphy. What do i mean by that? Well, remember aquele blogue titled #MinhaVida? Yup, it’s happened again. The same demonic toe is being problemático.
I just don’t understand. At first it decided to almost fracture, and now it has decided to get infected. I gotta be honest, though, my life could be worst. If i’ve been away from home for more than eight months and the only thing that is really causing trouble is this same bobo of a toe, well, life is pretty good.
So here’s what went down: after i get the first pedicure of my life, the lady cleared away the blister from this wonderful toe after my travels in Argentina and Chile. Or so i thought. Next thing you know, i start running again, and my toe decides to get that same blister except it hurts even worse. Then, my inner doctor starts diagnosing and thinking of a solution. What was Doctor Murphy’s solution? According to Murphy’s Law, whatever Doctor Murphy would decide, would go awry, and so it did….
I’ll spare you the deets, but basically my blister got infected, which brought me back to that same médico desconhecido on campus that could not help me last time. And yes, Murphy’s Law applied again because, again the UFMG médico couldn’t help and sent me back to beloved Socor Geral Hospital. Quem sabe, maybe UFMG will add an ortopedista to their division because of me.
There isn’t really much else to share about the hospital visit, só que the attendant was a little slower in understanding my insurance situation, and instead of one doctor, i saw two doctors (both contradictory the esteriótipo brasileiro of ugly doctor) because apparently orthopedists don’t do surgery on infected toes.
Another thing i noticed at Socor, was that people go to the ER for feet a lot. When i checked in at Urgência, I could select general illness or orthopedist to get my waiting number. O que é isso, Socor? At Socor, it’s either your foot that’s a problem or it’s “something else” that needs some tender love and care.
Despite spending another couple of hours at Socor, my surgery doctor gave me a prescription to prevent that infection from going into my bloodstream, so valeu!
Murphy’s Law did it again. But you know, that’s what makes life interesting. God keeps throwing these little bumps in the road that make this Brazilian exchange even more interesting. I mean, not everyone gets the joy of experiencing hospitals in different cultures. FYI: i keep forgetting what blister is in Portuguese, which causes problems when you have an infected toe. All i can do for now is wait for the infection to go-yes, mother, i’m soaking my toe- and hopefully not get surgery. If i need surgery, i guess we’re lookin’ at another fun blog post. If no surgery, well, to be honest, i’d much rather prefer that. In the mean time, pray my toe gets better and stops being so rude. Also, i need a lawyer to find a fault in this Murphy’s Law that keeps hatin’ on my toe, tá????