Apr 09, 2012
Went on a walk with a friend, today. I don't speak the language, and I thought I might need some help. The first stop was the medical insurance building.
At the medical insurance building, I got my health card and signed my name. They didn't charge me, though I was probably several months behind. I'm sure I'll get the bill in the mail, soon.
Next stop was the hospital. I saw the urologist. He gave me a list of issues to bite my nails about, but he said I would be fine. I disagree, wholeheartedly. I'm grumpy because I'm in pain. I wish he had given me treatment options. Deep down inside, I'm a happy guy, though. It shines through my grumpiness, even when I receive news like this.
After the hospital, I went to a private clinic. I like these a little more because nobody there speaks English. I got to hear some interesting new phrases in my target language. Some of the words, of course, overlap with English. That's nice to know, also--easy memory. They burned some warts out of my hand and said, "Maybe the treatment won't hold because it's a virus." It makes me wonder whether or not I could sit down under a speaker pouring out sound at 434,000 hz for an hour and cure all that ails me, or if I should just blame my parents, forever, because apparently it's "genetic". XD
Back at home, now, I'm looking forward to dinner and the recommended dose of marijuana: about a quarter of a half of a hit of steam imbibed and held in for roughly thirty seconds. Surely it isn't enough to stain my lungs, give me heart problems, or cause COPD. It's more likely that a warm shower would cause these things, the dose is so mild. For me, though, it's quite strong. I learned that a daily dose, about this size, is good for depression and horrible for the brain. ^^ Whatever it is, though... it's surely much better than freegin' tobacco!