For a variety of reasons, we have a lot of catching-up to do. I’m talking about personal, practical matters. For example, some van maintenance, and the regular emissions check that we have to do here in Mexico City. And Nathanael is finding school work a particular challenge.
But there are also some medical issues that need to be dealt with, whether that means dealing with actual health issues, or regular check-ups.
And every once in a while, we’re reminded that we’re in Mexico, and not everything goes down the way it might in Canada. Of course, we’re used it it, but since you may not be, I sat down to write.
For example, I went to the doctor recently, and was prescribed the apparently obligatory 4 medications. But he also “prescribed” something that I have never had prescribed in Canada – a regular diet of chicken feet.
Actually, I think chicken feet are pretty good, if they’re cooked right. But I’ll let you try them for yourself and draw your own conclusions. But they are apparently excellent in protein, vitamins, minerals and healthy fats, good for the immune system, and good for your skin, joints, and blood pressure. So you might want to go and get some right away.
Shari had a different experience going to our dentist’s office the other day. She discovered that it wasn’t there. A helpful sign explained that the office had moved, and gave the regular office number.
An office number that has not worked for us in the past – but Shari tried again. Nope. So she tried the dentist’s cell phone number, which she happened to have.
The dental assistant answered, and explained that the new office -*crackle**—- * was located just *****pop— ***crackle-*** by the *—-popopcrack-* [disconnected]
So, Shari tried messaging, and the dentist or her assistant sent the location.
A short drive later, Shari discovered that the location was not exact – it seemed to point to a private gated street. No signs anywhere. Ummm….
Finally, someone from a nearby drycleaner’s came to her rescue (apparently there were regularly bewildered people standing out on the street for her to help). She pointed Shari to a big black door, which had a doorbell.
Shari tried the doorbell, and waited. And waited. Looked around. No sign anywhere. No indication that anything tooth-related was going on around here. She went back to the drycleaner’s. This is the place – right? Yup.
Finally someone came and let Shari in. This was a house similar to ours, apparently converted into a medical facility. It looked like there might be more than one office here, all sign-less of course. But she finally found someone dentist-related and got the business done that she needed to get done. Mission accomplished!
Anyway, we’ll be extra-busy over the next few weeks with some of these issues, and as always we appreciate your prayers, even if they’re for the “mundane” practical parts of life.
And yes, we do have some chicken feet in our freezer. If nothing else, they will add some of their nutrients to a delicious broth before you know it.
