Boracay has another victim – me.
I have a massive blue/black bruise on my upper ass cheek, cuts on the wrist that look like a sorry attempt at suicide, heavy cloth cargo shorts with a cut in the back, a knot on my head…and I’m limping like a gimp in physical therapy. Spent all day yesterday in bed, all day today until 19:30. I was doing OK down on the beach to get some cash but as soon as I came back up the hill, hell no! pain.
I stayed on the laptop last night working on those other stories until the power went out for most of the 1am-4am hours. I was hoping it was temporary. Its not leaving yet and is 48hrs old and getting worse so I might have to get it checked out but this is Boracay, which has little in the way of standardized medicine. Last time I went for an injury, they misdiagnosed me and shot me full of Tramadol before asking if I was allergic. I know my own drug interactions so I just watched how far they would continue with improper practices. It never stopped. That’s another story completely…and would be long and scathing.
I fell down the stairs. In the jungle. I’m sticking to that story. You can understand my reluctance to get looked at here on Boracay.
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hahahaha oh well… sh*t happens…
now im not alone, at least mine got a reason, it was my birthday, whats yours? lol im back from scotland! imma post some pics soon…
Jul 1, 2008 at 8:43 AM