So I had an appointment today at noon to see my doctor to talk about the results from tests I got done. Really, appointments don´t exist in this country, her receptionist just wrote my ane down in a book to make me feel better. This was evident by the hour and a half wait in teh hot waiting room after I arrived at noon. THEN after my wait I get into the doctors office, expecting her to tell me the results from the tests, and she asks ME for them. Umm. in the states, there is no way the labs just give you your results even if you wanted to get them before the doctor. But no. Here in Chile, everyone gets the tests done, and then returns to pick up the results. And then, if they want to, they can bring those results to get examined by a doctor. AND, I have not found any medicine here that the pharmacies won´t give you if you don´t have a prescription. You can get anything over the counter! When i found out that I had to make the 10 minute trip in the sun to the hosptital where I got the tests done, I almost cried. I walked out of the doctors office and took a couple of deep breaths trying to kill the knot that had formed in the back of my throat. I was not going to cry over this. So I did what I had to do and finally got my test results. Things aren´t too bad I just can never touch a piece of bread or chocolate (two of the loves of my life) ever again. But I am looking on teh bright side, soon I will be in Santiago (tomorrow) and I can get my hands on the other love of my life, TOFU! I am also planning on experimenting with more food that I don´t know how to cook yet, but I love, like Indian food. We shall see...
On another note: It has been a sad event to watch God revel my pride to me, and even sadder to see my heart not react to it. In fact, when i realize that I am prideful, the first thought it, ¨Gosh, I didn´t think i was that bad.¨ which is a statement only further proving how deep my pride runs. So yesterday I prayed a scary prayer. I prayed that God would humble me and break me. I always think about Mrs. Gates from Beacon High when i pray prayers like that. She told our Bible class one day to be very careful when we pray for patience because usually that prayer is answered through a patience testing experience. And now I am praying for humilty? scary, but I thought about for a while and realized I would rather be broken at the feet of God, than running feel in my ridiculous pride. Once again, we shall see...
On another note: It has been a sad event to watch God revel my pride to me, and even sadder to see my heart not react to it. In fact, when i realize that I am prideful, the first thought it, ¨Gosh, I didn´t think i was that bad.¨ which is a statement only further proving how deep my pride runs. So yesterday I prayed a scary prayer. I prayed that God would humble me and break me. I always think about Mrs. Gates from Beacon High when i pray prayers like that. She told our Bible class one day to be very careful when we pray for patience because usually that prayer is answered through a patience testing experience. And now I am praying for humilty? scary, but I thought about for a while and realized I would rather be broken at the feet of God, than running feel in my ridiculous pride. Once again, we shall see...
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wow!
you should find out if this means you need to avoid all processed carbohydrates, including donuts, cakes, pasta, etc. if so, you'll just be joining the South Beach Diet crowd (South Beach is actually a pretty good lifestyle choice and healthy).
The Chilean medical system doesn't sound too bad, after all. Life there sounds pretty good. Glad you're not seriously ill.
Love, Mom