After visiting France a couple of years ago, I thought it would be nice for God to call me to a country where one can eat a different kind of cheese every day of the year. Now I’m thankful I’m in Spain, where cheeses are outstanding, but numbered. Continue reading Trying dieting
I had jotted down notes in Spanish, but I was still nervous. The doctor appeared, a doting grandfather, who was a wee bit patronizing as if his days were filled with patients who had thought of nothing but their health problems during lockdown. Continue reading Spanish healthcare chronicles: the doctor
I was panicky and Spanishless when I entered the office down the street just to make the appointment. I forced myself to ask a few logical questions and then raced home to dread the day of my appointment. Continue reading Spanish healthcare chronicles: the optometrist
The chiropractor was next. I never would have looked for one if I hadn’t had a shooting pain in my hip with every step I took. I tried an exercise ball and alignment exercises before I decided that maybe I should get it checked out. Continue reading Spanish healthcare chronicles: the chiropractor
My first dentist experience was terrifying. My teeth are bad and I was already imagining myself in dentures. Continue reading Spanish healthcare chronicles: the dentist
