The Ankle Adventure

Yesterday, even after a treacherous Theology final melted my brain, another task was at hand.  I had a doctors appointment last night to get my ankle looked at. After a weekend of rest, it has been doing better, but I wanted to make sure I had the problem looked at before a week of extensive wandering around Spain.

"It's really easy to find" was what I was told from the CEA staff when I asked where the Medical Group was... Sure maybe easy for a Roman. Clearly Italy and America define "easy to find" differently.

Jean (who is responsible for all the pictures) was nice enough to go with me, since surprisingly enough no one wanted to sacrifice precious study hours to go wandering around in search of a mysterious doctor (I don't blame them in the least). All was well until we arrived at the supposed location and were unable to find any sign of Advent Medical Group. After asking for directions and getting further turned around, Jean called the phone number (thank goodness she had a phone!). We were informed that the office had been right under our nose the entire time. It was just unmarked and in what appeared to be a normal apartment building. Our fault for assuming there would be some sort of sign.

Is this really the place?

As close as we got to a sign: Second from the top on the left.

The verdict is exactly as I thought: Tendonitis. The doctor (a Frenchman working at an English-Speaking medical group in Italy) ordered it to be wrapped and a topical cream to be applied to the tendon twice a day for a week. Oh and also for me to get new shoes... easier said than done. Apparently my camp sandals and cobble stone were not meant for each other. Who knew I was so fragile!

At least the wrap is pink...