Doctor Appointment

Ok...so I had to go the doctor a few days ago. It was my first out-of-country doctors appointment. About a week ago, the back of my right leg flared up. I had a huge rash about the size of my hamstring for a few days. It was really itchy and started to swell. Last Friday, I called the PCMO (Peace Corps medical officer) basically the PC doctor and told her about the rash. She told me to apply some histemine-blocking cream daily and remain in observation throughout the weekend. Over the weekend the rash only got worse. On Monday, I told the PCMO my update and she sent me to the doctor with our logistics driver, Eric. The doctor´s office was inside a pharmacy with white bars protecting all of the prescription drugs. Hanging from the white bars, there were icicle style Christmas lights and snowflakes. The weather here is about 80 degrees everyday and I am sure they were not thinking ahead about Christmas being only a few months away. I waited for the doctor while he attended to other patients. After about 15 minutes, he called me into his office. His office was also his exam room, so he had a desk with his papers and files as well as an examination table and his medical gear. He asked me a couple of questions and I told him what was going on. The only problem I had was remembering the word for rash in Spanish! I had no idea how to say rash so I basically explained my rash as a big red and itchy spot on the back of my leg! He had already talked to the PCMO which meant that he knew what was wrong with me! Then he told me to take of my pants and lie on the table so he could look at the rash. I instantly regreted wearing my hot pink and orange striped Victoria´s Secret underwear! Now, don´t get me wrong, I did not bring any questionable underwear to serve in the PC--only granny-panties. But, showing a Honduran doctor my bright pink underwear never crossed my mind! Nevertheless, he was a very professional doctor and did not comment on my very American underwear. He prescribed me a few pills and some cream to use to help dry out the rash. Then Eric, the logistics manager, paid for my medications and we left.

Love you all! I´ll try to write another update soon!