A Sucky Morning

I will preface this story by telling you all about my experience with the Thai dr. I have the most horrible bites all over my legs and feet…evidently very infected. “The Mou” (as I have come to lovingly refer to our coordinator/Thai mother as) insisted I visit the dr- she has been worried for days…she arranged for a van (high roller) to take us to the clinic…not the hospital because that Dr. doesn’t smile. I was asked a million questions about my health including a question about diseases- sexual I assume (which upon my negative response I got a stern, over-the-glasses look from Pi Mou)…I felt dirty fo no reason. After the laundry list of my medical history was complete I was ushered into an all marble room. Now, I can’t think of many more uncomfortable environments than a marble (I mean everything chairs, tables-everything) dr’s office…that is until I saw the awkward glamor-shot style portraits of Dr. Tho’s wife along with a photo montage of famous pictures of women with his wife’s photo taped over the faces….quite odd. At any rate, after a few minutes of talking with the Mou about American style vs Thai style I was sent in and examined…further comforted by the stack of HIV books on his desk, including one entitled “The Complete Atlas of HIV Disease”….awesome! (At least he knows his shit about the hiv) After running a flashlight over me he sent me with the nurse. She went on to pull every scab that covered my bites, clean them out-eek!, put some meds on them, and stop the spurting blood with a bandage. Horrid experience. I was given 2 packs of pills, a small canister of cream, and told they would clear up within the week. -Diagnosis: flea bites and a secondary bacterial infection. I still maintain they are mosquito bites and my ass should simply stop itching them in this horribly dirty environment.

Back to the sucking…..In accordance with the Dr’s orders I was going to take my medicine after breakfast…ah. No liquid to do so. So, I set out to the drinking fountain…I normal stroll through the Prathom 3 hall of the penitentiary. I had a nice jaunt, looking out into the soaked field on-ward to the back drop of gorgeous mountains. I motored down the first flight of stairs and hopped onto the landing, unable to miss a pair of white shoes attached to a red skirt (a girl’s body-on her knees)…not thinking much I rounded the landing and went to the drinking fountain…It occurred to me- my water bottle half of the way full- that, that was the boys bathroom…..I looked up through the chain-link fence into the bathroom where I could see two adolescent figures shuffling. I stopped on the landing looked over with a raised brow- the girl scurried off as I began the climb the stairs…I glanced back midway and caught a boys eye as he was looking at me through the mirror…I could see he was zipping his pants and tucking in his shirt. I shook my head, he bowed his. I went on down the hall, minding my business- after all, who hasn’t snuck away from their morning class for a morning BJ in the Prathom 2 bathroom?

Out- Adub.

ps. What are every one’s plans for this Chiang Mai trip-a-roo?? I have one essential ingredient- that green on the D-low.

pps. In honor of the World Cup, The Stones, and being stoned: http://www.buzzfeed.com/mjs538/the-10-best-pictures-of-mick-jagger-at-the-world-c

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