Yeah. After three (or four) months living here, finally needed a doctor. The fact is that I preferred to prevent me, as I was worried.
What happened was:
About one week ago, I was bitten by a bug (I was sleeping, not seen). The hash was there, back, want, but this past week, he did not improve anything, and scratched a lot.
On Saturday I met a friend, she hit the eye and said "that's spider bite, it looks even has the two holes"
Then I froze and thought, "fucked" (sorry, had to use that word)
It turns out that on Sunday I started to look bad, and I could not sleep. In the second I had no neck, he felt body aches, fatigue, sleepiness, and stayed with constant headaches.
Alas I was pondering "spider bite damn + headaches, sleep, etc. = fucked!" (Sorry, had to use that word again)
Dialed the doctor. I'll explain how it went:
By insuring GTA, you have a registration number and a phone (Brazil) to call. You do not need to pay for connection, you can call collect if you like. As I had forgotten that detail, I called there (9 cents, for those who do not remember) and talked to the girl, who asked what were my symptoms. Diso then she said:
"Eduardo Giansante?"
"He (said in third person)
"You will receive a return of the doctor in 30 minutes ok?"
"Okay baby"
He took 20 minutes, I received a phone call, a girl also very nice (but now speaking in English), asked me to confirm some data and asked where I lived.
Dublin 3 darling "
"Oh, have a doctor nearby, gets in X Street, Dublin 1, what time you prefer to dial?"
"The first schedule of the morning (thinking that like anything else here would be the ninth)
"Ok, then scheduled for 7:30. I'll send an SMS with the address and hours ok? "
"Ok my daughter"
SMS sirloin arrived too. And there I was, 7 am the next day, pedaling toward the doctor.
A nice townhouse, then stood on the reception, filled out the form (because it was my first time in the office .. same procedure as in Brazil)
The doctor did simpatissíssimo also those basic questions:
"What is your age?"
"24" (ui)
"Are you pregnant?"
"No"
"Ever had intercourse?"
"Yes"
"You smoke?"
"No"
"Drink?"
"Maybe" (lie, I said yes)
"How?"
"12 pints a week (it is an average ..)
Beauty. Then he looked at the spider bite, measured my temperature, my heart heard (no, it was not a therapist, he listened with a stethoscope)
"You'll be fine"
Phew! He said it's only a flu, and prescribed a syrup magic (which cost 18 euros in the pharmacy).
Well, I am alive, strong (but not both), healthy (but not both) and ready for another! (Not to not!)