Mazatlan #6 - El Hospital.

Greg was not improving. Fact is, he awoke feeling worse today than yesterday. I phoned two doctors: no answer.

Shelley: "Well, let's go the hospital. The Miliary Hospital is close. Can you walk? If not, we can call a taxi."

Greg: "I can walk. It's all downhill."

Shelley: "We'll go slowly, and walk in the shade."

We arrived in about 15 minutes (I thought it was closer), and waited just a few minutes to be seen. No one spoke English at the hospital -- okay for me, not so good for Greg.


Waiting to be examined.








A doctor and an intern conduct the examination.

Greg receives fluids. Mucho fluids.

Doctor: "Es como Red Bull."

The doctor then noticed that Greg had a dead toenail (he had his foot run over, years ago ... something to do with a game of chicken in a warehouse he worked at ... ask him some time). The doctor seemed more interested in this toenail than in Greg's infectious diarrhea. Zoom zoom zoom ... adios black toenail.

About 3.5 hours later, we were on our way. Juan Jose took us to the farmacia for prescriptions. Ahora todo esta en regla. Now everything is in order.

Weather update: 48 with the humidity

Murder update: according to today's NorOueste, add 2 more.