On March 3, I left for a two week trip to Argentina to visit my former exchange student and his family. On March 4, Gaston met me at EZE airport in Buenos Aires. I took the red eye from Houston to EZE, ten hours but an easy direct flight. Little did we expect then that we would be spending a considerable amount of time in an eye clinic in Cordoba, the city where Gaston lives and attends engineering school. We spent most of three days in Buenos Aires, then flew to Iguassu to see the famous falls. Several days later while waiting on a four hour late plane from there to Cordoba, suddenly I could not see clearly in my left eye; large pieces of black something floated all around and everything was blurry.
At nine the next morning we walked the five blocks from Gaston’s apartment to the most advanced eye clinic in Cordoba, a private clinic open on a Saturday morning. After experiencing multiple eyedrops in both eyes, seeing several doctors, being subjected to all sorts of modern machines and tests, I found out I could not see because my left eye was quite inflamed with lots of fluid which made it nearly impossible for them to see what they needed to make a definite determination. They gave me a prescription for the inflammation and told me to return on Monday morning and to be as quiet and calm as possible to facilitate healing. That nixed the planned road trip Gaston’s parents and I planned to start that same Saturday.
Some blessings are unexpected. While I would have seen more of Argentina than I did with a longer road trip–ultimately we took a shorter one, I would not have spent a relaxing, fun weekend with the whole family at La Finca, the family place in the country outside of Cordoba–photos later. I became acquainted with family members and friends, lived their typical weekend life, ate Argentinian food, all things I would have missed if we had been able to follow our original plans.
On Monday some of the inflammation had cleared so they could see that I did not have a retinal detachment–my main concern. The doctors cleared the way for a shorter road trip and told me to come back Thursday morning. At that time they were able to determine the exact problem and told me to make an appointment with a doctor here in the states because I would not be in Argentina when the final solution needed to occur.
Three trips to the clinic, seeing multiple doctors plus a retinal specialist twice all cost a total of 110 dollars. Tomorrow morning my left eye receives a laser treatment and then I am told I will be fine; I visited the doctor here on Monday. He told me exactly what they had told me. I can only begin to imagine what my Monday trip to this doctor and the laser tomorrow will cost. At times I wonder if it would not have been better to stay in Cordoba another week, pay the extra flight cost, and receive the laser treatment there.
Tomorrow photos of Buenos Aires and our adventures there will appear after I return from the retinal specialist’s office.
Note: at a lecture last evening I saw a friend who is originally from Germany. After she heard my healthcare adventure in Argentina, she informed me that she has to use very expensive eye drops. They are so much cheaper in Europe that she and her husband, she is in her 80s and her husband 92, fly to Europe regularly to get the drops. Even with the cost of these flights, they save several thousand dollars each time.
