Greek Medical System

Happy fourth of July! It is a normal workday here, but we had special delicious Greek custard pastry this morning and I am about to attend an extra-special ouzo hour this evening. Word is that Professor McCredie decorates his car for the 4th of July -- this should be fun to watch!

Unfortunately, I am allergic to the special delicious Greek custard pastry. It looks cooked, but perhaps the custard wasn't fully cooked, so I had an allergic reaction and had to be taken to the local clinic. My professors were very nice to me, and stayed the entire time to be sure I was okay. The doctor was less impressed-- he was convinced that I was just suffering from anxiety and offered some Zanax. I explained that my tongue was swollen to double its local size, and so it was probably a real problem, even if raw egg doesn't usually make an appearance in this particular pastry. They gave me an IV with some sort of drug that worked almost immediately and my tongue was back to its happy self. Then the drug made me super dizzy. But in the end, I was fine -- about an hour after the whole shebang, I was back at the hotel having lunch and then taking a long nap.

The Greeks were nice and efficient, although the hospital attire was interesting. The woman who actually put the IV needle in -- with five nurses arguing and watching -- was wearing an orange United Colors of Benetton tank top, jeans and sandals. Another nurse sported the same top in gray. My doctor was wearing a tie-dyed T shirt and pants. About 10 staff were in every room, and many of the shelves holding up the saline solution, or whatever they use for IVs, were made of plywood sheeting on metal ikea supports. Appearances aside, they did their job and didn't charge me anything. Amen to socialist medicine!

I am mostly just embarrased that, after 24 years from my last attack, I don't know better than to ask about raw egg! What a hullaballoo. Looking forward to a normal day tomorrow!