Bunas, Barbed Wire, and Blood Everywhere
The past two weeks got off to a bit of a rocky start. Sound familiar? Yeah, I know, I opened with the same line last time--not the best practice in writing. But how can I claim the last two weeks have gone smoothly with a title like that?! It all started with the return of my sore throat. Apparently, the first antibiotics didn’t do as good of a job as I thought. I ended up dealing with it for about week before I started to get a little concerned. I ended up going to see the doctor on my day off and was prescribed a shot of penicillin--another antibiotic. Shots are given just slightly differently in Bolivia compared to the U.S. First of all, I was sent across the street to the pharmacy for the shot as opposed to receiving it in the doctor’s office. Of course, like most of the stores in Rurrenabaque, the pharmacy didn’t have a door or even a storefront to enter--I just walked right up to the counter. A second major difference in how shots are giv...