...a trip to the hospital. No worries, we are both totally fine. Brian has some pretty bad blisters, though. Through the miracle that is the internet, he took pictures of his foot, emailed them to his doc in Mpls, then skyped there and talked to the doc while they were both looking at the pix. (How totally cool is THAT bit of e-medicine!?!?)
The doc thought they might be infected and recommended a particular antibiotic. We went over to one of the local pharmacies (they are everywhere) and she told us she couldn't fill it without a prescription, but recommended, on the holiday, that we try a clinic on a particular street, and wrote down the street name. (No clinic name or street number).
We looked it up on the map, took the tram over there, found a building with ambulances in front, and walked into a sort of lobby of the wounded. No one at the reception desk, not clear what to do next. So we waited, and every so often a man in a red uniform came out and seemed to be doing some triage of the arrivals. He didn't speak English, but when he got to us and heard our opening remarks he motioned that it would be a couple of minutes, and then a red-uniformed woman came out and heard our tale in English.
B was nowhere near as badly off as the bunch with casts and bruises and crutches and slings, but they took us in soon afterwards and an English-speaking doctor heard the story, asked for B's passport (which we didn't have) but shrugged, accepted a US drivers license, wrote the scrip, and sent us off. No cost.
We filled it easily - about 8 USD for a 7 day supply. Poland rocks, Polish medicine rocks. Why can't this happen in the US? No paperwork, no endless queues, just getting the job done one patient at a time.
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