Well, you know how we usually write and say that well not much has really happened bla bla bla, well after the last blog we were walking through a park and i was stung by a Scorpion. Some how it was on my jacket right near my chest/heart area and i didn't see it when i went to unzip it a little. Damn it hurt. A real intense throbbing, deep ache and then swelling so as i couldn't move my finger. Thankfully it was just my finger. It was a big bugger too and I had no idea what to do. We took off for the nearby pharmacy which gave us directions to a nearby clinic. There, we were in and out in under an hour and a half. In that time I was registered, seen by a doctor, given two jabs, one in the butt and one in the arm, and handed a bunch of drugs. They treated me with spanglish speaking doctors and pharmacists.
The worst thing about it all was that when i was told i was going to have to have the injections we went to the pharmacy and Thought that one of the two hot young pharmaists was going to have to jab my butt, but luckily there was a nice little older nurse, and my ego is still intact (I write as if it was ever in danger).
At the end of it all I asked the lovely lady doctor where do i pay and it was all for free! The Australian and most definitely the American medical systems could learn a huge thing or two about efficiency, service quality and cost. I'm thankful this happened in Costa Rica.
And i'm okay, the drugs made me all weird (or just weirder i guess) and then i went to sleep.
So yeah, not much has been happening, just cruising around, safe and well. Hope the rest of you are just as well. Take care everyone, love to all
Hensley, when the hair starts falling from my head and accumulating on my back and shoulders in the density of your own body, or when Cleo lists you as one of Australia´s hottest young professionals, then i´ll listen to your advice about vanity and hair styles.
Wescombe, I think the fact that you are still talking about goon bags and trying to do your phD means that maybe i shouldn't listen to you at all, ever. And as for manning up? Unfortunately I've hand to punch or shove a bunch of weird guys in Nicaragua either grabing at meagan or our pockets. Meagan tries to kick them but her legs are too short. So that's where the angry rugby player is. Like the brilliant first 3 minute foul against fisher in 2000, i can still go from focused to overly angry in under 2 seconds.
love you both
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Hairy backs are most useful in a Tasmanian winter.
Doesn't stop the fact that while I get paid to wear a wig, you'll be reaching into your pocket for one soon.
Surely Gary Sweet is preferable to Perry Combover?.
Hope you didn't poison that scorpion.
Lots of hairy man love,
Alpal
How is it that you manage to find the spiders where ever you travel? At least it sounds a little less serious than the Capetown effort and certainly far cheaper than the cat scan in LA! And I'm not overly worried as your writing actually sounded coherent. Hope you are managing to have some less anxious fun times.
Love you heaps
Mum and Dad
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Ha ha, Hensley has to wear a wig.
I thought they only wore those Magaret Thatcher bum-fluff wool wigs back in the captain cook days.
At least then he can pretend to be Shakespeare while he keeps serial killers walking free on the ever-so hazardous streets of Hotown.
I guess I'm out of touch having not been to court for a while.
That's a good thing.
Cocky; what would have earned tough-points is if you had bitten the scorpion back.
Chuck Norris would.
Leon
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