Friday,
April 11th "Spanish
Bureaucracy"
Had an
opportunity to learn a little about the police (no, I wasn't in jail)
and hospital (no, I wasn't hurt) today during the morning and evening.
I'm trying to figure out a way to stay here, at least legally. Arrived
at the police station, where you must go when trying to get any type of
visa here. Arrived at 9:15, just 15 minutes after they opened to get my
number and wait in line. 15 minutes appears to have been 15 minutes too
late - all numbers were taken by 9am, so we inquired next door at the
information booth. Seems beginning in April they extended office hours
here. They used to close at 2:30, but now they close at 5pm. We were informed
that not many people know this yet, so if we return around 2:30 there
will be no line - we won't even need a number! Upon leaving I notice a
sign which says after 2pm they will not see you if you don't have a number...which
is correct? Who knows. As in the U.S., if you are trying to stay in this
country be prepared to wait, to be told the wrong thing...the list goes
on and on. You must have patience. So with Semana Santa coming tomorrow
I decided I will wait until the following week to go back and see what
can be done.
Next stop the hospital
around 8pm to accompany a friend who is not feeling well. Socialized medicine
is great - you don't pay anything except hours in your life. First we
were told only one person can accompany our friend and we're given one
pass. Knowing the way things go here we decide to try and both enter so
our friend is not waiting alone. We are stopped at the door and of course
told only one person can enter. So I wait while my sister goes in to find
out what's happening. Meanwhile I see various people pass without permission
from the guard, some of whom have no pass or only one pass. Every once
in a while he gives the ok to 2 or more people to enter, while others
he doesn't even question as they walk by. I stand by looking at him, wondering
what the hell is going on. Seems this is a "partial rule" -
some people (ie: most Spanish people) can enter without permission.
5 minutes later my
sister appears, gives me the pass and I start to enter to wait with our
friend. My sister wisely asks the guard if she can enter for 1 minute
to show me where our friend is, and we get the ok. Upon meeting our friend,
I notice that almost everyone is here with 2 or more people, and some
have as many as 4-5 people with them. Again, so much for the "rule"
of one person. From then on we decide that only one person will leave
at a time to call home for our friend, so they can take the pass and get
back in. Much later our friend's sister (a spaniard) enters and gets in
without a pass (or a problem).
After a few tests
and an X-ray we are in the waiting room for 2 1/2 hours with no contact
from anyone. You simply wait for them to call your name on a loudspeaker
and then proceed to a room where you finally see a doctor. We learn the
results, and get a list of prescriptions, but they will not take out the
I.V. my friend has stuck in her arm. Instead we are told to go to the
nurse's station to get this removed, and that we won't have to wait in
line. So we head down the hall where we are informed we will have to wait
in line, and chased out of a room by a nurse. 15 minutes later, after
having one person who just arrived push there way in front of us in line,
we are able to get the I.V. removed in 30 seconds. So much for efficiency.
Upon returning to our neighborhood we must locate the all-night pharmacy
- a half-mile away - to get the drugs needed for treatment.
The good of all this:
the visit doesn't cost a penny. The bad: you pay in hours lost in your
life, and having to fight through other people, the "rules",
the lines and general disorganization of the hospital all while you feel
like crap or are worried about the person you are there with isn't much
fun.
Links for today:
"I'll
tell you where: someplace warm, a place where the beer flows like wine,
where beautiful women instinctively flock like the salmon of Capistrano."
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