- Time of past OR future Camino
- Frances 15,16,18
VdlP 23, Invierno 23, Fisterra 23
In fact 2 Tests!
TEST 1.
We had stayed an extra day in Carrión de los Condes to have a bit of a break and also a chance for Pat to have a second visit to a physio. She was really struggling with her Plantar Fasciitis as well as the normal aches and pains we all get.
I took the opportunity as well to have a session to sort out my Achilles and shins.
I have to say as with all my experiences with physios in Spain, this guy was excellent.
It was one of those situations where the physio had very limited English and with my limited Spanish, (and Pat's nil Spanish) we resorted to Google Translate. Unfortunately with a fairly weak WiFi connection, so some of the translations were a bit weird! But it turned into a hilarious session between the three of us.
We underwent some physio techniques that we had never seen or felt before.
One we established was somewhat like acupuncture. But it seemed from the Physio's point of view, it was and it wasn't...........
The needle was the size of a 'jack hammer'! He reassured Pat that all would be well...........I think.
As a precaution I gave Pat one of my gloves to bite on
With all the groaning and thrashing and tears I think it was a bit more painful that Acupuncture!
To this day I have no idea what it was.
He then wanted to carry out this 'procedure' on other parts of Pat, saying it needed a few goes around the affected leg muscle. But she declined
We both felt better after the session though and it was hugely entertaining if nothing else.
It was an hour of laughter trying to understand each other!
TEST 2. The Biggie!
Pat had been experiencing an irritating and quite painful 'itch' for a couple of days, and we thought we should pop into the Centro de Salud in Carrión just to be safe. We were told in the hotel that pilgrims were catered for between 6 and 7 o’clock in the evening.
We turned up at the medical center just after 6.
As we went in there were two treatment rooms in use with the doors open.
One had a male doctor, and one had a female nurse tending to the foot of a pilgrim.
As we sat down outside I could see the look on Pat’s face.
It basically said I hope the female nurse finishes first!
But of course, she didn’t.
The male doctor came out and unfortunately did not speak any English, so I had to fall back to my extensive Spanish course of all of 6 hours. And again, there was a weak internet signal so google translate was out!
I tried to explain to him that Pat had a pain kind of “down below.”
He then passed me a urine sample bottle indicating that she should pop into the bathroom.
I said “No, no, no, it’s not like that kind of problem.”
And then in terrible Spanish said, “is it possible to see the lady in the other treatment room?”
He looked puzzled...........
At this point, the nurse was free and came out to join the conversation.
And with much pointing and gesticulating we tried to point out the problem, and had to resort to a pen and paper.
Of course the 'Boss' remarked..........
I could see it coming. “How much did we spend on those Spanish lessons”?
“We should get a refund on those lessons,” exclaimed the patient!
I’m sorry my dear, but it’s not that simple to squeeze year 2 medical school anatomy into 6 one hour language classes when the aim is to make hotel bookings on the phone!
But finally ....my drawing of intimate anatomy whilst not award winning art, seemed to do the trick!
Thankfully then the nurse ushered us into the treatment room and Pat popped up onto the examination table.
Much to her horror the male doctor followed us in and then came and stood at the back of the room to observe proceedings.
All was resolved very quickly, and it seems the itch was an infected in-growing hair!
Easily sorted with antibiotics.
Not sure extra Spanish lessons would have ever covered this topic
TEST 1.
We had stayed an extra day in Carrión de los Condes to have a bit of a break and also a chance for Pat to have a second visit to a physio. She was really struggling with her Plantar Fasciitis as well as the normal aches and pains we all get.
I took the opportunity as well to have a session to sort out my Achilles and shins.
I have to say as with all my experiences with physios in Spain, this guy was excellent.
It was one of those situations where the physio had very limited English and with my limited Spanish, (and Pat's nil Spanish) we resorted to Google Translate. Unfortunately with a fairly weak WiFi connection, so some of the translations were a bit weird! But it turned into a hilarious session between the three of us.
We underwent some physio techniques that we had never seen or felt before.
One we established was somewhat like acupuncture. But it seemed from the Physio's point of view, it was and it wasn't...........
The needle was the size of a 'jack hammer'! He reassured Pat that all would be well...........I think.
As a precaution I gave Pat one of my gloves to bite on
With all the groaning and thrashing and tears I think it was a bit more painful that Acupuncture!
To this day I have no idea what it was.
He then wanted to carry out this 'procedure' on other parts of Pat, saying it needed a few goes around the affected leg muscle. But she declined
We both felt better after the session though and it was hugely entertaining if nothing else.
It was an hour of laughter trying to understand each other!
TEST 2. The Biggie!
Pat had been experiencing an irritating and quite painful 'itch' for a couple of days, and we thought we should pop into the Centro de Salud in Carrión just to be safe. We were told in the hotel that pilgrims were catered for between 6 and 7 o’clock in the evening.
We turned up at the medical center just after 6.
As we went in there were two treatment rooms in use with the doors open.
One had a male doctor, and one had a female nurse tending to the foot of a pilgrim.
As we sat down outside I could see the look on Pat’s face.
It basically said I hope the female nurse finishes first!
But of course, she didn’t.
The male doctor came out and unfortunately did not speak any English, so I had to fall back to my extensive Spanish course of all of 6 hours. And again, there was a weak internet signal so google translate was out!
I tried to explain to him that Pat had a pain kind of “down below.”
He then passed me a urine sample bottle indicating that she should pop into the bathroom.
I said “No, no, no, it’s not like that kind of problem.”
And then in terrible Spanish said, “is it possible to see the lady in the other treatment room?”
He looked puzzled...........
At this point, the nurse was free and came out to join the conversation.
And with much pointing and gesticulating we tried to point out the problem, and had to resort to a pen and paper.
Of course the 'Boss' remarked..........
I could see it coming. “How much did we spend on those Spanish lessons”?
“We should get a refund on those lessons,” exclaimed the patient!
I’m sorry my dear, but it’s not that simple to squeeze year 2 medical school anatomy into 6 one hour language classes when the aim is to make hotel bookings on the phone!
But finally ....my drawing of intimate anatomy whilst not award winning art, seemed to do the trick!
Thankfully then the nurse ushered us into the treatment room and Pat popped up onto the examination table.
Much to her horror the male doctor followed us in and then came and stood at the back of the room to observe proceedings.
All was resolved very quickly, and it seems the itch was an infected in-growing hair!
Easily sorted with antibiotics.
Not sure extra Spanish lessons would have ever covered this topic
