A few days ago, I was in the playground with the kids and was stung by a bee on the bottom of my leg. I tried to play it down for the kids' sake (they are deathly afraid of bees) but wow- did it hurt!
Well, it gets better because last night, the red sting began to expand and by morning was pretty painful to walk on my foot. It felt better as the morning progressed, so I was able to take the girls to meet Rich and Ami in the post office in the mall in order to sign some paperwork to register for a Kupah (health plan). Then had to take THAT paperwork to the actual Kupah building where of course they told us that only 'Simi' could officially approve of our registration. Did you guess it? Simi wasn't there today.
So headed home but couldn't find the right bus stop, so we schlepped our packages (and kids who were unwilling to walk) about a 25 minute walk to the next stop.
By the time we got home, my leg was a sorry sight and nearly impossible to stand on. So back I went (limped) on that bus to the Kupah building to see the doctor who luckily we know and who Rich called to let him know I was coming.
Got a prescription (and an offer of a ride home from the doc) but ran into a big snag...we weren't covered for the prescription yet because we had only signed up for the plan a few hours earlier. Oh- and did I mention that I forgot my wallet? Here's the "only in Israel part"....The saga ended with the Kupah administrator, the pharmacist, and the doctor trying to come up with a way to get me the meds (which I needed to start immediately, it turns out, because it turned out to be cellulitis). Sof-sof, as they say, thanks to the doctor, all is well and I sit here with my meds and my foot propped up on some pillows...and a direct order from the doctor not to make dinner or run after the kids. Life's good...although more so for me than Rich, at the moment :)
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Refua shelaima, lovely lady! And let those guys do the work while you can. It was amazing to all of us that my sons were actually capable of cleaning for Pesach, which we never may have learned, if Hashem didn't give us the gift of my back going out mysteriously.
That wonderfully cheerful attitude, even during such "glitches," should keep you strong and successful in Israel.
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