"Adventure"

On Sunday night I was sick. Not dying sick, but fever-y and headache sick. I was basically wallowing in self-pity all day and then I called B to complain. I ran out of money on my phonecard, so I went to the store to try to buy another one. I walked all the way there and went to the counter only to realize I was one euro short. That's like being fifty cents short in the US in terms of how far a euro gets you. The guy wouldn't just give it to me, so I walked down the street asking for a euro but no one would give me one. I'm not usually a weepy person, but I will admit that I sat down in the park and started bawling. Embarassing, especially because it was about five minutes before somebody tried to help me. This woman and her kids were talking to me, and I asked for a euro so I could buy a telephone card to call my parents. She asked if I had the money, and I told her it was at the house but I was sick. Given the situation, she thought it was best to go to the police. I thought it was kind of weird, but I went with her. I told the police officer at the station that I was sick and I just wanted to buy some Tylenol somewhere. She said she would take care of it and five minutes later an ambulance showed up with three guys. They jumped out and I explained I just have a fever, but they thought it was best if I came with them. Free healthcare, why not? So I rode in an ambulance to the hospital, it was kind of fun. The hospital was pretty typical; crazy people were yelling and stuff like that. I got some tylenol and left without paying anything. Awesome! They didn't even ask for ID. The doctor wanted to speak in English, but when I told him I was on Birth Control he asked "breath control!?" I didn't end up calling my parents, though.