April 29th, 2004

Love is Patient, Love is Kind


My difficulties started several days ago, when I thought I was getting a cold or the flu. I made the mistake of drinking several cups of tea with a lot of freshly squeezed juice from lemons that grow on trees scattered all over this vineyard. The hot and highly acidic mixture seared my tongue and upper throat. My doctor in Forio—who by the way also serves as the village’s mayor—said it’s not uncommon for patients with pharyngeal inflamation to experience ear pain, even though there’s nothing wrong with the ear. At the same time, he said, I may be having an allergic reaction to pollen, which is very common this time of year.

The doctor/mayor prescribed antibiotics, ear drops, and an elixir to ease my tongue and mouth inflamation. “So I’m not dying?” I said. Dottore Francesco Regine laughed. “No,” he said. “You’ll live.”

He charged me 40 Euros for the examination, and I paid the farmacia 30 Euros for the drugs. In American dollars, that totals $83.00. Not too bad.

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