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Observations of medical care here.

I have spent more time at doctor’s offices in the 5 months I have been than I have in 5 years in Seattle.

Haven’t found anything seriously wrong yet, but we’ll keep looking! [I am not a hypochondriac :-)]

Anyway:

  • Prescription drugs

They’re aren’t any. Well very few. With the exception of tranquilizing drugs, anything that is available in the country is available at any pharmacy. Walk in, tell em what your complaint is, walk out with drugs.

I got a package of 12 Ampiclox. (A combo of 2 different anti-biotics) for LE7. about US$1.20.

Have trouble sleeping? A 10-pack of valium.

My doctor was a little confused when, after he told me to take the antibiotics for a throat infection, I asked him for a prescription. He just wrote it down on a pad of paper so I would remember what to ask for.

  • Giving blood.

This has been a little scary. I have had a couple of very professional blood draws. And one that left me bruised and resolute to never allow that person to even swab my arm prior to drawing the blood, never mind actually sticking me with a needle.

  • Cleanliness.

Spotty. It is important, though not easy, to differentiate between an old, paint peeling room that is clean, from an old, paint-peeling room that is not clean.

Oh and I did get a chuckle from a technician that put on clean latex gloves, then proceeded to touch just about everything in the room. Including exiting and entering the room at least 3 times to fetch items while wearing the gloves. I guess it kept her hands clean..

  • Cost.

I went to see an Ear/Nose/Throat specialist. (Nagging sore throat. ended up with an antibiotic which seems to have cleared things up.)

Anyway, after talking with him he said “that will be LE100. (about US$18). He made out a receipt for me and I paid him directly. He put it in his pocket.

So I take the anti-biotics he prescribed and go back to see him in 3 days. He says I am doing well and tells me to take them for another 4 days. Then to come back in a week. No Charge.

I go back in a week. Good progress. Come back if it flares up again. No Charge.

So apparently, that LE100 pays for some number of visits? or is a flat fee for that ailment? I dunno.

  • The last issue, and a surprisingly difficult one is one of “privilege”

The university maintains a clinic on campus. Faculty, Administration and Staff, as well as their families can use that for free. There is walk in as well as appointments. There is also a small pharmacy on site. Anything there is free, though you must talk with a doctor first. Which is also free.

There is a pecking order at the clinic, even for walk-ins.

Faculty (and Faculty spouses), get priority. Then “admin”, which are the “professionals”: secretaries, administrators etc. Then “staff” which is the maintenance and janitorial help.

I have gone in to see the doctor on a walk in basis, and there have been at least a dozen people waiting. I wrote my name down and sat down to wait. I was the very next person called.

This same prioritization applies to private doctor’s offices and clinics, as far as I can tell. I have gone to a doctor off campus and have had the same thing happen. I had “an appointment”. Though doctor’s appointments mean less here than they do in the states.

I walked in and there were a half dozen or so locals sitting around waiting to see the doctor, but I am the next person called in.

I have to admit that I feel just a little quilty about it.

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    Cultural Differences

    Perspectives change..

    2 facts:

    1. It is not possible to (legally) buy non-egyptian alcohol by the bottle in egypt except at duty free upon entry.

    I have only seen one non-egyptian produced beer here, ever. And that was Paulaner Weizen only available during Oktoberfest at the Marriott. [This isn’t even a very good example of Weizens, btw]

    One cannot purchase foreign wine anywhere. The “best” one can get is wine made from grapes imported from South Africa or Lebanon.

    2. Pork products are even harder to come by than alcohol. Though we have finally located a reliable source for “american” bacon. His canadian bacon is almost inedible due to the salt content.

    Anyway, we have read about the “Italian Club”. Supposedly great pizza. [There are lots of clubs here. British club, Greek Club, etc. They cater to ex-pats of the respective countries. They typically charge a LE5 cover for non-members. That is just shy of US$1. Haven’t found an “American club” yet. And I am not sure if I would join if I found one.].

    So we go for dinner this evening.

    THEY HAVE IMPORTED ITALIAN WINE. They were out of the reds, but we had a very nice dry Italian white. They poured a splash into my glass to taste. I raised it to my nose and inhaled it. My eyes rolled back into my head and a look of “I have died and gone to heaven” crossed my face.

    I don’t think I can describe how much this means to have found this. While Egyptian beer is merely boring and tasteless, Egyptian wine is downright offensive.

    But it gets better.

    They had prosciutto. And real salami. And mortadella.
    Now, it ain’t Salumi’s but it brough a tear to my eye.

    I think this places needs to go into regular rotation in the restaurant list.

    Dinner for 2, with an OUTRAGEOUSLY priced bottle of wine: 200LE. About US$35.

    It gives one reason to soldier on…

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    Keeping the lizard brain in check.

    [there was a recent discussion on an email list I am on about fear. Here are my thoughts on it]
    Lee wrote:
    > I’ve called that the Zen of motorcycling. When I first started riding,
    > when something unexpected happened, I’d tighten up, which is nearly
    > always exactly the wrong thing to do. Eventually I trained my lizard
    > brain to loosen up and ride it out. If sh!t is going to happen, sh!t
    > will happen, and it’s best to not get to worked up about it right
    > then.
    >

    Yeah.

    I just recently experienced a small amount of fear.

    We just got back from a week in Dahab. We went diving.

    I am PADI OWD certified. Which is the most basic level
    of scuba certification.

    I did my certification work about 10 years ago and really
    enjoyed my dives.

    We went to mexico in 2001. We scheduled day on a boat with 2 dives.

    We jumped in the water and floated to the top.
    I felt like I could not inflate my BCD enough to get my head
    above water. I tried to calm down.

    Regulator goes in the mouth and we settle on the bottom
    to sync up. We are in about 12 feet of water.

    I feel like I cannot breathe. I am just shy of hyperventilating.
    The dive master and I rise to the surface. We chat.
    I convince him to let me try again.

    Back down.
    Same thing. I cannot relax.

    I go back to the top and my day is over. I sat
    on the beach and drank beer while the rest of the party
    did their dive. and their second dive.

    Fast forward to Dahab. This time it was a shore dive.
    Strap on all the gear and waddle in.

    Put in the regulator and swim out a little ways.
    Settle on the bottom in about 3 meters of water.
    I have never worked so hard to relax in my life.
    I gave em the OK even though my lizard brain was screaming
    “YOU CANT BREATHE YOU MORON! GET TO DAYLIGHT NOW”

    Then a cool fish swam by and I forgot, momentarily,
    that my air was coming through an itty bitty little tube.

    After that I was still nervous but it was controllable.

    I am still a “huffer” and I sucked that tank dry and my
    gauge was reading lower than I would have liked by the
    time we got out.

    [my fault. this dive master used hand signals
    to communicate how much air is left in the tank.
    I screwed up the signals and the DM
    thought I had more air than I did. I finally swam up to
    him and showed him the gauge. we headed in]

    I did better the second day, but there is still a great
    deal of tension on my part.
    [heh. I just realized I am gritting
    my teeth as I type this.]

    I will probably never get quite the thrill out of it that the good doctor
    does, and I will probably never do as many dives as she does,
    but it doesn’t suck.

    I think I need to get an underwater camera, or a housing for
    my p&s [ I can’t see taking my 30D underwater. The cost of an
    blown seal [[no no, it’s just ice cream] would really ruin
    my day].

    I think the distraction of having the camera is just what I need
    to take my mind off the fact that ALL MY AIR IS COMING THROUGH
    THAT LITTLE TUBE OMG!

    heh. phew.
    I need a beer.

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    Cultural Differences Photographs

    Just 1 degree out of focus

    There are many times here when it feels like my world is just the smallest bit shifted from “reality”. The things one sees and the things one hears can be confusing.

    The language is one of those. The script is very different from western alphabets. Add to that the fact that often signs use a highly stylized form of the writing with extra swirls and flourishes and it can be extremely difficult for a novice to identify the letters, never mind the words.

    Some letters have dots above or below the letter that change the letter. For instance the letter (equivalent) to “b” has a dot below it. But the dot above and it is an “n”. Put 2 dots above it and it is a “t”.

    I spent a good 5 minutes standing on the side of the road looking at this sign

    doh! good thing i'm purty

    trying to figure out what that bottom word was. It starts out (right to left) as “al sh” but then there is a “b” and and “r”. It made no sense.

    Then I realized that the “dot” on the bottom was a bolt attaching the sign to the post. Doh!

    I laughed long enough that the people I were with were a little concerned about what I found so funny.

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    Oh yeah

    About once a month of so, the power and water get shut off in the building we live in for a couple of hours. They flush the water pump and some other routine maintenance.

    They always put up a sign and they always schedule it for Friday. Though, about 3 out of 4 times, they don’t actually do it on Friday, they do it on Saturday.

    Friday… Saturday… malesh.
    Anyway, here is the most recent sign.

    Merry Christmas

    Merry Christmas.

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    Cultural Differences Photographs

    I have been trying for nearly 6 months to get this shot

    I either couldn’t get my camera out in time, or it would come out all blurry or the guy would turn a corner at the last minute.

    And this one still isn’t all that great..

    easy.... easy

    There are probably hundreds of these fellows in Cairo. You see them on the busiest streets. They are bread delivery men, obviously. They ride these single speed, flintstone style braking, rusted old contraptions from very early in the morning, till late in the evening delivering bread to sidewalk vendors.

    The bread is often piled on some newspaper on the sidewalk and the person selling the bread is usually a young boy.

    I have only once see the aftermath of a spill. The guy was picking up bread off the street and piling it back on the rack. I am sure it went to its destination and was sold.

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    A Walk in the Park..

    A few days ago, we decided to visit Al Azhar Mosque, and Al Azhar Park.

    They are “near” each other and near the Khan Al Khalili.

    We took a taxi to the Mosque. This is a rather important mosque, in that it is attached to the Al Azhar University. This is, basically, the head of Sharia Law in Egypt (and most of the Sunni Islamic world.) It claims to be the oldest operating university in the world.

    Anyway, we walked around the outside of the mosque as well as inside.

    Detail work

    We instantly attracted an unofficial “guide”. He wanted to show us around. Which consists of pointing at things and saying “look. big” or “see, very old”. For this he wanted to extract payment. This kind of thing happens in many places in Egypt. A few rounds of “La, Shokrun” eventually will get him to go away.

    We then headed off to Al Azhar Park. This park is just outside the old walks of the city. The site of the park used to be an unofficial trash dump. It was where people dumped their trash and refuse. It was reclaimed and built up in layers over the old dump site. It is the largest green space in Cairo. It is truly a beautiful and incongruous place in the midst of the sprawl.

    The park, on the map, looked like it was right next to the Mosque. And in fact it is. Except there is only one official entrance.

    Motorcycle parking!

    We ended up walking almost exactly half way around the park to get it. It was hot and sunny that day. We were rather warm by the time we made it.

    Luckily we were able to lounge about by the fountains and pools in the shade to cool off.

    cool gardens

    We wandered around the park. It is built in layers, and there are fountains and pools and walkways that go up and down the different levels.

    When it was time to go, we walked down the backside of the park, that faces the city and out a “back door” of the park through a construction site and back to the noise and chaos of the city.

    It was a gorgeous break from the noise.

    All the photos are available here.

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    They call me “baba”

    [I know I am probably never gonna hear the end of this…]

    This is a culture that respects age. An older woman is shown a great deal of respect. An older man, even more so.

    When a group of people are together and deal with someone else outside the group, say a waiter or salesperson, you can see the waiter/salesperson scan the group. He/she will then address the senior looking man in the group.

    Even if the senior person in the group attempts to defer to someone else, the natural tendency is to continue to deal with the senior male.

    If it is a group of just women, the senior woman will become the de facto spokesperson. There is also some interplay of class involved. Dressing nicely here gets you a lot more respect. It would be interesting to observe a group of people made up of a poorly dressed older gentleman and a well dressed younger man to see who got the nod as spokesperson.

    Anyway.

    So, we went to the White Desert over Thanksgiving. There were 4 of us. Kaddee, E, R and myself.

    Kaddee still looks like her high school yearbook photo in age.

    E is a woman of about 25 years. 🙂

    R is a man that looks about 18. I think he is around 29, but he looks very young.

    So the 4 of us climb in a bus and head to Bahariya.

    We arrive and are met by Ahmed El Shymy, our bedouin guide. He scans the 4 of us. You can see his eyes go from person to person.

    He then turns to talk to me. Throughout our weekend with him and his guides, I was constantly consulted to make sure i was happy. No decisions were made without my consent. I would turn to the group for consensus but the final say was clearly mine.

    I got “dibs” on shotgun in the vehicle. I got served tea or food first. It was odd. It was amusing. It also became somewhat tiring.

    So after the first night, the bedouins start referring to me as “baba”, which is, literally “papa”. It was said with a great deal of good humor and meant as a sign of respect.

    They also sat around the campfire on the second night and made up songs about baba jack who was freezing cold and huddled under blankets trying to make up for a lack of sleep the night before.

    Funny bedouin bastards.

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    [name snipped to avoid deportation] patted my wife’s ass

    The good Doctor and I were at one of the many parties put on by one of the many ex-pats.

    There were some “famous” people there. Famous being a relative term: authors, egyptologists, entertainers.

    Anyway, there was one older gentleman there. He is rather well known in the world of Egyptology, but shall remain nameless. [The libel laws are very strong and swiftly applied in Egypt.]

    As the good doctor passed this gentleman in the hallway, she got a firm, but gentle pat on the ass. The patter did not break stride in the conversation he was having with the person next to him. If you weren’t paying close attention, you never would have seen it.

    She told me afterwards. We chuckled. She has joined a very large and distinguished group of women.

    It is almost a rite of passage. heh.

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    Obligatory “Gee I haven’t posted in a while” post

    There are some universal constants. One of them seems to be that people fall behind in their blogs.

    It has been a busy time here, but not all that interesting. Just day to day life since we got back from the White Desert.

    Kaddee was wrapping up the semester. I have been working. Nothing exciting.

    The holidays (Western Christmas, Eid al Adha, Coptic Christmas, Coptic New Years) came and went.

    Kaddee’s family arrived for 2 weeks. We went to Giza, and the Egyptian Museum, and Luxor/Valley of the Kings/Karnak/ Hetshepsut’s temple, Ibn Tuloun Mosque, the Khan etc.

    Kaddee has some good write-ups of the visit.

    Anyway, I will cull through some photos and put some up RSN.