More "Very's"
June 16th, 2009
In a letter to some friends and family members I mentioned that this was a trip of 'very's' - well - the very's continues with some familiar themes. Very sleep deprived and very wet.
We left Bantayan Island this mornign after less that 5 hours of sleep and made the 5 + hour trip to Cebu and the doctor - where we got lost by not getting off at the right place but, with help, found our way and were quickly instructed to go to another hospital where I was supposed to see a doctor who was not there.
After three days of having the sting, Ricky, on my mind 24/hr a day (either in the forefront or back) and being scared by the awe of the townspeople at my reaction I was scared of being horribly disfigured forever. Dramatic, I know and vain, but hey -I'm a single woman who wouldn't lke to be that way always and the prospect of a man being grossed out by Ricky is not one I cherish!
And so, when we found out I had to wait longer it was all I could do to keep from bawling. A few tears did escape once I left the office. Also, with the fear of needing some regular treatments depending on what was growing inside of me and thus needing to go home.
Thankfully, the doctor (when I got in about 3 hours later - not too shabby but nerve racking seeing as we had a flight to catch) was not alarmed at all, said the swelling should go down - that it was just caused by infection and gave me three forms of medication, on eto diminish the scarring. Again, a vain one I suppose but one I was willing to pay for. (it's been almost a month now, new infections have developed at the site of the initial contact, though the swelling has gone down considerably it's still there - just think I'm going to wait it out and get this dealt with in Canada though - not as worrisome anymore)
Second travel warning for my readers: If you go swimming in Asia, esp. during jellyfish season) take a bottle of vinegar to the beach with you and apply immediately if stung.
So, feeling somewhat relieved but stressed about this extra cost, as well as the cost of getting a new camera (mine stoped workign the first day on the island) - very tired, VERY hungry, and very much in pain from a raging headache, we were off again.
Fed, I looked at cameras and unsure of what I would find in the area we'd be in Vietnam or when I'd have time to look I settled for one that as too expensive but the cheapest one that was compatible with the memory cards I already had. My old camera started working again about 5 min befor I bought the new one. . . I wondered if it was a sign but figured no - it's stopped working twice I'm sure it will stop again.
Again - for the Very's - airport, disembarking in a typhoon. The airline had umbrellas for us to walk from the plane to the terminal but that wasn't enough to prevent us from being pretty wet only to discover our bags were soaked (with over 12 hours before we'd have a chance to dry them), and then to discover the terminal we were flying out of to get to Ho Chi Minh (Saigon) was in a different building and with the amount of Pesos we had left if we got a taxi as directed we'd have no money for food (very needed since we were spending the night in the airport (assumed we could check in once we got there and were told by some of the security).
After checking around we found that we could take a jeepney (much cheapter) ad so donned our very dilapitated rain ponchos, covered our bags adn ventured out: the rain coming in a torrent.
Within moments we were fairly soaked and for some reason (maybe our wetness and bags) three jeepneys' passed before one would pick us up. We made it in thorugh, made it to the correct terminal and were calmly told we couldn't come in for 4 hours . . . time to set up camp outside the airport. Soaked, tired, hungery and laughing 'cause it was either that or cry, the next hours were spent cold, wet, and increasingly aggravating to Ricky - by the time we made it in to the airport he was positively throbbing. Just exactly the kind of situation a girl with a raging infection should be putting herself in, huh?
Haha, I wonder if this experience is here to teach me something? Nah, probably just general life. ;) So, we're in the airport, slightly fed, with 3 1/2 more hours 'till our flight and as I'm not sure of the outlets in Vietnam and my new camera charger won't fit my adaptor I'm willing myself to stay awake to keep an eye on the charger to insure I actually get some use out of this new device.
Hmm . . . I wonder what Vietnam will bring? I've been too stressed about Ricky and too tired to care but I'm starting to feel a tingle of excitement. :)
In a letter to some friends and family members I mentioned that this was a trip of 'very's' - well - the very's continues with some familiar themes. Very sleep deprived and very wet.
We left Bantayan Island this mornign after less that 5 hours of sleep and made the 5 + hour trip to Cebu and the doctor - where we got lost by not getting off at the right place but, with help, found our way and were quickly instructed to go to another hospital where I was supposed to see a doctor who was not there.
After three days of having the sting, Ricky, on my mind 24/hr a day (either in the forefront or back) and being scared by the awe of the townspeople at my reaction I was scared of being horribly disfigured forever. Dramatic, I know and vain, but hey -I'm a single woman who wouldn't lke to be that way always and the prospect of a man being grossed out by Ricky is not one I cherish!
And so, when we found out I had to wait longer it was all I could do to keep from bawling. A few tears did escape once I left the office. Also, with the fear of needing some regular treatments depending on what was growing inside of me and thus needing to go home.
Thankfully, the doctor (when I got in about 3 hours later - not too shabby but nerve racking seeing as we had a flight to catch) was not alarmed at all, said the swelling should go down - that it was just caused by infection and gave me three forms of medication, on eto diminish the scarring. Again, a vain one I suppose but one I was willing to pay for. (it's been almost a month now, new infections have developed at the site of the initial contact, though the swelling has gone down considerably it's still there - just think I'm going to wait it out and get this dealt with in Canada though - not as worrisome anymore)
Second travel warning for my readers: If you go swimming in Asia, esp. during jellyfish season) take a bottle of vinegar to the beach with you and apply immediately if stung.
So, feeling somewhat relieved but stressed about this extra cost, as well as the cost of getting a new camera (mine stoped workign the first day on the island) - very tired, VERY hungry, and very much in pain from a raging headache, we were off again.
Fed, I looked at cameras and unsure of what I would find in the area we'd be in Vietnam or when I'd have time to look I settled for one that as too expensive but the cheapest one that was compatible with the memory cards I already had. My old camera started working again about 5 min befor I bought the new one. . . I wondered if it was a sign but figured no - it's stopped working twice I'm sure it will stop again.
Again - for the Very's - airport, disembarking in a typhoon. The airline had umbrellas for us to walk from the plane to the terminal but that wasn't enough to prevent us from being pretty wet only to discover our bags were soaked (with over 12 hours before we'd have a chance to dry them), and then to discover the terminal we were flying out of to get to Ho Chi Minh (Saigon) was in a different building and with the amount of Pesos we had left if we got a taxi as directed we'd have no money for food (very needed since we were spending the night in the airport (assumed we could check in once we got there and were told by some of the security).
After checking around we found that we could take a jeepney (much cheapter) ad so donned our very dilapitated rain ponchos, covered our bags adn ventured out: the rain coming in a torrent.
Within moments we were fairly soaked and for some reason (maybe our wetness and bags) three jeepneys' passed before one would pick us up. We made it in thorugh, made it to the correct terminal and were calmly told we couldn't come in for 4 hours . . . time to set up camp outside the airport. Soaked, tired, hungery and laughing 'cause it was either that or cry, the next hours were spent cold, wet, and increasingly aggravating to Ricky - by the time we made it in to the airport he was positively throbbing. Just exactly the kind of situation a girl with a raging infection should be putting herself in, huh?
Haha, I wonder if this experience is here to teach me something? Nah, probably just general life. ;) So, we're in the airport, slightly fed, with 3 1/2 more hours 'till our flight and as I'm not sure of the outlets in Vietnam and my new camera charger won't fit my adaptor I'm willing myself to stay awake to keep an eye on the charger to insure I actually get some use out of this new device.
Hmm . . . I wonder what Vietnam will bring? I've been too stressed about Ricky and too tired to care but I'm starting to feel a tingle of excitement. :)
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