August 30, 2017
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| The Medical Clinic |
I was sick and it was raining. There wasn’t much to do. I practiced the guitar, read, and slept. Finally, I dragged myself to the bus station
and went to Bucerias to get my new glasses.
I had just enough energy to go to the bank, collect my glasses, and come
home. On the way home, I stopped at the
medical clinic to see how I was doing.
There was a different doctor, also named David, who listened to my lungs
and told me I still had a bit of a wheeze.
My blood pressure was elevated from trying to breathe with crummy
lungs. He told me to come back again on
Friday. They charged me nothing for the
visit.
August 31, 2017
It rained again on Thursday.
It seemed like it had been raining forever. All the streets were running with water. About 9:00 in the morning, the power went out
and stayed out until about 11:30. It
seemed very quiet without the constant drone of the fans. Fortunately, it was cool enough without them.
I ducked out for a bit in the afternoon and made a dental
appointment for the next day. Then I
spent the majority of the afternoon working on my blog. Thursday night was movie night. It was only raining lightly, so I walked over
to the marina to watch The Life Aquatic
with Steve Zissou, a strange comedy with a great cast that left us
wondering what the heck induced them to make that film?
September 1, 2017
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| The Sun Finally Came Out on Friday |
It finally stopped raining on Friday. I went to the dentist and got my teeth
polished. Then I picked up my medical
records and headed back to the clinic.
My wonderful nurse, Alberto, was there and made sure the doctor saw me
right away. They took a second chest
x-ray and pronounced me improved, but still not well. Apparently, my lungs were as irritated as
those of a smoker. I assured them that I
had never smoked. The doctor warned me
to take it easy on exercise and sent me on my way. Once again, no charge.
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| Las Sillas Rojas |
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| My Tacos |
The sun was finally out, which was wonderful since we had
dominoes and margaritas at the Poolside Deli scheduled for Katrina’s
birthday. I got a chance to see Mike and
Katrina and Fred and Judy from Wings,
the boat I raced on from time to time. I
also got to meet some new people that I would no doubt see again in the
future. We had a great time and I
managed to get completely smashed on two small margaritas. I could barely drag myself to the Red Chairs
for tacos afterward. Fortunately, I did
make it, since I had been trying to get tacos for over two weeks. I had a couple of carne asada tacos and a
Coke for 45 pesos (<$3.) It seemed
like a very satisfactory day after all that rain.
September 2, 2017
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| The Precious Fan |
Saturday was my last full day in La Cruz and it seemed like
I should try to do something worthwhile, but all I really wanted to do was
sleep. I was exhausted from all my
activity the day before and felt like I needed to recover. I lay around in front of the fan, chatted
with my housemates, and tried to finish my leftovers. Later in the day, I started to pack.
No matter how seemingly dull my time in La Cruz, I am never
ready to leave. I was, however, eager to
get to a drier climate in hope that my lungs would clear up.
September 3, 2017
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| The Neighbor's Dog Via Prisma |
I slept late and barely had time to make a nice breakfast
and finish packing before it was time to say goodbye. I dragged my bags two blocks to the main drag
and flagged down a taxi to take me to the airport. He overcharged me, but it was a nice SUV and
I was too weak to argue. I figured the
tip was included and let it go.
It was a pretty drive to Puerto Vallarta with everything
green and lush. The elevated bypass
through Mezcales was almost completed. I
figured it would be done by the time I returned. I got to the airport with plenty of time to
check in and get through security. My
flight to Phoenix left on time.
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| Crossing the Rio Ameca |
I had a five-hour layover in Phoenix and was cold the whole
time. The plane was cold, too. The only time I was comfortable was on the
jetway. I grabbed a meatball sandwich in
the airport. It was the first real meal
I had had in days and was probably good for me, but nothing really tasted
good. I was sick and just wanted to get
home. Eventually, my flight to Sacramento
left and a couple of hours later I was in Sacramento where it was a lovely,
warm evening and JR was there to pick me up.
Sorry as I was to leave Mexico, it was good to be home.
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