The Outcome...

For starters, according to the doctor's examination, I'm not going to have a heart attack anytime soon. Now that I know I'm safe, we're celebrating tonight by fixing a Taco Bell kit from the States. Since I can't run for the border, a box dinner is the next best thing.

As for the doctor's visit, well, it was as though I went to her home. I sat in her living room. I read a few magazines from December. Once she called me back, we sat and discussed my problems. She then exited, washed her hands, and returned to examine me with my shirt off on a table behind a movable wall. There were no nurses (that I could see). There was barely any equipment (that I could see). It was strange. From what I gathered, you visit the doctor for a consultation. Afterwards, if further examination is required (x-rays, etc.), she "forwards" you onto a specialist. I could have gone to the American Hospital (which probably would have been a bit more like we're accustomed to in the States), but two people recommended her to Chris. Besides, this way I have something to write home about, right?