Today’s great adventure in the public health system ended well for me. I did not limp in on a bandaged leg all the way from the street, nor did I have to have the nurse bribe me with a little set of pre-reading books packaged in a plastic bag in order for me to get my 4-year vaccinations.
First, in accordance with the “instructions” from the people at the posta central, which went like this: “you have to go to the consultorio del barrio.” I googled “consultorio del barrio” and found that there are many public health centers in Santiago Centro, including this one, which is not far from my house (but which are not actually called “consultorios del barrio” but rather “estaciones medicos del barrio.”)
Whereupon I explained my song and dance and showed them the calendar I’d been given for my vaccinations, and they all agreed I should go to “Domeyko” whereupon they pointed in the exact opposite direction of where the street by that name is located. And I said, “Pardon my ignorance, but where?” And they told me. It was another 10 minutes by bike which just goes to show you that even for trips of five blocks or less, it always makes sense to go by bike, because who knows when you’ll have to scoot over to some other location of the thing that is not actually called what everyone calls it.
So I went here:
And debated waiting on the information line, but then I remembered I’d been told to walk “straight to the vacunatorio” (vaccination center). So I walked down this hallway.
and then here:
Where I presented my paperwork, and was told that she’d have to confirm with the original health clinic. Which is fine, I understand they need to protect their resources, but really? Are people all over the city pretending to be have been bitten by dogs and to live in Santiago Centro? I don’t know which is less likely.
After the Colombian boy had been bribed with the books, it was my turn to go into the cheery little room, where we had a quick talk about the vaccination schedule and the need to get the first three shots, but that the rest were boosters, and that I could try to get the last one in Peru or could just come back a few days late to get the last shot or (confidentially) just skip it.
The nurse had a super soft touch, despite my “very tough skin” (as told to me by another nurse at another time), and let me take this picture of the vacunatorio before I walked out, to get back on my bike and pedal back home. I will probably never need to go to this clinic for anything other than rabies shots, but I was happy to see such a cheery, sweet place for Santiaguinos to go to.
What a nice looking clinic. Not sure if they would be very happy me taking pics here. La Serena Hospital, I am guessing, is older…and not so cheery. And fill it with a lot of unhappy, or unwell people waiting…
I remember waiting hours in an ER in the UK too, so I guess everywhere has its pluses and minuses.
oh, I don’t let people see me take pictures, or at least try not to. These are all with my minicam, which I just take out and block with my body and hold it at chest level, flash off, taking pics of whatever is in sight. I did ask the nurse if I could snap in the actual vacunatorio, but aside from that it was pretty stealth. And yes, the clinic is quite new, and pretty lovely. I did see some people who seemed unwell and/or unhappy, but I definitely wasn’t going to take pictures of that!
Ha! I’ve been bitten in Santiago too, by a “bilingual dog” – I called it fat, and then it jumped up and bit my thigh, enough that through some thick jeans I was bleeding, although it didn’t actually get a chunk of meat or anything…
I was actually on my first leg of summer vacation so it was my pleasure to go to three different consultorios in various towns – and one regular hospital ER in the USA.
All the consultorios were as sweet and friendly and fast as could be, and as free as could be too. The US hospital set me back nearly 200 dollars and took about 2 hours.
owie. I am a little atrasada on my last rabies shot, hoping to go get it tomorrow. 200 bucks and 2 hours? That’s awful. So are you still talking trash about the dogs then?
jajaja You bet I still am! Little punks !