FAT MAN WHAAA?
If you are reading this and 'squeamish', my main question would be "How the hell did you make it this long on my friends list?"
Anyway - warning - gritty.
Because I'd rather be thought of as a 'great guest' rather than an 'infested fuck', I decided to go visit a hospital in Portugal to see 'what the hell is going on down there'.
AKA the 'dark side of the belly'.
AKA 'the parts of me I had declared legally dead because I haven't seen them in years'.
So there was still some itching down there. Walked a couple kilometers to the city hospital.
At first, the lady was going to charge me the 'foreigner with no EU card' rate for seeing the doctor but after we chatted a bit, she very kindly decided to pretend I had an EU card.
Non EU rate: 100 EUR
EU rate: 18 EUR
Which is great because I am trying to hoard my small monies for my upcoming visit to the USA.
The poor lady was laughing hard half the time and the other half giving me the 'is he being funny or is he actually a crazy person' look.
I tend to get that a lot.
Looking at those rates tells me that in the USA we are doing it so very very wrong.
Anyway, I then got to sit in the waiting room for about four or five hours. Much like all the jokes I've heard about medicine in England and such. Fortunately, I've had to wait a lot all over the world so great.
In countries where I am the only white guy this doesn't happen. There I get whisked (over my objections) straight to the doctors. Here, most of the people are white so I didn't stand out.
At last, I got to see a doctor. Sitting in the same room working at different desks were other doctors (including one who thought I was very amusing and actually spoke English) and a young lady I'd been chatting to in the waiting room.
When asked what the problem was, I displayed my complete lack of shame by saying "I think I either have a rash or insects living on my testicles!" The lady I'd been chatting with in the waiting room helped translate to the stunned doctors.
Yes, I know many people would feel like dying of shame at a scene like that. But if you think that is bad, read on.
So then they put me into one of those little examination rooms and four doctors (three males and one female) troop in.
After repeating to the doctor my issue he said "OK, could you take down your pants...."
(Logan drops pants and underwear)
"After you get up on the table."
You know, it is really tricky to get onto a table like that with your pants around your ankles. But I struggled through it. In retrospect, it is probably much better for the doctor instead of getting into a kneeling position in front of the guy with his pants down.
He examined me and I asked "Which is it?"
"You can put your pants on now." he told me since I wasn't reaching for them. It was probably costing them sanity to see my unimpressive junk.
"Neither." he said.
No bugs is good news!
"What is it?"
"Fungus."
"How did I get it?"
"You are rather...large..."
"You mean I have fat man fungus?" (I'd have rather called it 'fat fuck fungus' but fuck doesn't have as many meanings overseas as it does in the USA. Sad.)
So they prescribed me two different creams to apply before bedtime.
Should be cleared up within a week.
Isn't it funny how much old fuckers talk about their physical health? It's because they don't have much of it left.
CURIO SHOP
Sadly, not one of the ones that sell cursed items but good for people who want 'conversation pieces' and unique items to decorate their homes with. If I had a home, it would probably end up looking a lot more like the shop.
Disclaimer: I appologize for the picture quality. Readers may remember that I had not one but TWO cellphones pick pocketed in Morocco. So this is a really cheap cellphone.
First - how you get to the shop.
You find this church:
It is called:
St. Peter's Church. While facing the door (as in the picture above) you go around the church toward the left (clockwise).
After about twenty meters on the opposite side of the street, you will see a small sign:
That is the shop. Within is the lady who is my landlord as well. Her name is Paula.
If you are wanting to stay in Faro for a bit, check with her to see if she has any rooms available. I'm quite satisfied with my accommodations.
Anyway, here are some pictures of other items within the shop. Again, I am sorry the picture quality is not as good as I'd like.
If you are reading this and 'squeamish', my main question would be "How the hell did you make it this long on my friends list?"
Anyway - warning - gritty.
Because I'd rather be thought of as a 'great guest' rather than an 'infested fuck', I decided to go visit a hospital in Portugal to see 'what the hell is going on down there'.
AKA the 'dark side of the belly'.
AKA 'the parts of me I had declared legally dead because I haven't seen them in years'.
So there was still some itching down there. Walked a couple kilometers to the city hospital.
At first, the lady was going to charge me the 'foreigner with no EU card' rate for seeing the doctor but after we chatted a bit, she very kindly decided to pretend I had an EU card.
Non EU rate: 100 EUR
EU rate: 18 EUR
Which is great because I am trying to hoard my small monies for my upcoming visit to the USA.
The poor lady was laughing hard half the time and the other half giving me the 'is he being funny or is he actually a crazy person' look.
I tend to get that a lot.
Looking at those rates tells me that in the USA we are doing it so very very wrong.
Anyway, I then got to sit in the waiting room for about four or five hours. Much like all the jokes I've heard about medicine in England and such. Fortunately, I've had to wait a lot all over the world so great.
In countries where I am the only white guy this doesn't happen. There I get whisked (over my objections) straight to the doctors. Here, most of the people are white so I didn't stand out.
At last, I got to see a doctor. Sitting in the same room working at different desks were other doctors (including one who thought I was very amusing and actually spoke English) and a young lady I'd been chatting to in the waiting room.
When asked what the problem was, I displayed my complete lack of shame by saying "I think I either have a rash or insects living on my testicles!" The lady I'd been chatting with in the waiting room helped translate to the stunned doctors.
Yes, I know many people would feel like dying of shame at a scene like that. But if you think that is bad, read on.
So then they put me into one of those little examination rooms and four doctors (three males and one female) troop in.
After repeating to the doctor my issue he said "OK, could you take down your pants...."
(Logan drops pants and underwear)
"After you get up on the table."
You know, it is really tricky to get onto a table like that with your pants around your ankles. But I struggled through it. In retrospect, it is probably much better for the doctor instead of getting into a kneeling position in front of the guy with his pants down.
He examined me and I asked "Which is it?"
"You can put your pants on now." he told me since I wasn't reaching for them. It was probably costing them sanity to see my unimpressive junk.
"Neither." he said.
No bugs is good news!
"What is it?"
"Fungus."
"How did I get it?"
"You are rather...large..."
"You mean I have fat man fungus?" (I'd have rather called it 'fat fuck fungus' but fuck doesn't have as many meanings overseas as it does in the USA. Sad.)
So they prescribed me two different creams to apply before bedtime.
Should be cleared up within a week.
Isn't it funny how much old fuckers talk about their physical health? It's because they don't have much of it left.
CURIO SHOP
Sadly, not one of the ones that sell cursed items but good for people who want 'conversation pieces' and unique items to decorate their homes with. If I had a home, it would probably end up looking a lot more like the shop.
Disclaimer: I appologize for the picture quality. Readers may remember that I had not one but TWO cellphones pick pocketed in Morocco. So this is a really cheap cellphone.
First - how you get to the shop.
You find this church:
It is called:
St. Peter's Church. While facing the door (as in the picture above) you go around the church toward the left (clockwise).
After about twenty meters on the opposite side of the street, you will see a small sign:
That is the shop. Within is the lady who is my landlord as well. Her name is Paula.
If you are wanting to stay in Faro for a bit, check with her to see if she has any rooms available. I'm quite satisfied with my accommodations.
Anyway, here are some pictures of other items within the shop. Again, I am sorry the picture quality is not as good as I'd like.
"Are you my mummy?"
Though not in Latin, Latin helps.
Shark teeth.
Note - this is a picture of a camera case she very much wanted in the blog.
In summary, stop on by there and give a browse!
That's about it for now - I will blog more when more stuff happens!
Logan
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