The life and times of Oscar Marcos Perez-Cytron. Born Thanksgiving Day 11/22/01.
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Friday, December 02, 2005
7:15 PM posted by Oscar
Thanksgiving came and went. In an ongoing family tradition, we had several medical crises. Christian went to the emergency room on Thanksgiving. He couldn't hear anything and had a horrible earache. Earlier in the day, he had gone to the doctor down the street, who has never accurately diagnosed any of us. It's a typical neighborhood gabinete--a doctor's office in an apartment building, usually within the doctor's apartment itself. The doctor is ancient and creaky and inaccurate. He told Christian he was basically fine. When he got to the emergency room later that night, the doctor told him that his eardrum was about to blow and that the appearance blood clots and and pus were eminent.
Jessica arrived on Wednesday, just when all of this was taking off. I was worn out, Christian was sick and Oscar was cranky. On Friday, we figured out why. He had a horribly inflamed butt crack! Of course, we figured this out after the doctor's offices were closed for the weekend, so off we went to the emergency room again. Oscar told everyone he met about his butt problem in great detail (sangre, culete!). He told the whole story to the florist across the street. I tried to stop him before he got to the really gory part, but she told him that she thought it was better to be open about these sorts of things. That sure made me feel puritanical. He told the cab driver who seemed quite concerned. He also told the cab driver that he really liked a girl named Isabel in his class. The cab driver advised Oscar to tell the other boys in his class that Isabel 'es mio' (she's mine!). Somehow this sounds psycho in English, but made some kind of poetic sense in Spanish. We arrived at the hospital and waited for a good long while. During the time that we waited, it seemed that the butt problem had also spread to his left eye. Cross-contamination, said the emergency room doc. Don't want to think about that too much. Salves, drops and ointments were prescribed. All is now well.
Friday night we celebrated Thanksgiving with the guiris (that's Spanish for gringo) at Jeremy's Plaza Mayor apartment. He lives in a five--though I swear it's more like seven--story walk-up looking out over the Plaza Mayor. It was a great feast of Americana. All the stuff you would expect, though dinner started around 10:00pm, Madrid style. Oscar and Christian fell asleep on Jeremy's couch.
Bridget's baby--Beatrice--was born that night. I'm now an aunt!
And now it's my turn to have this nasty bug. We're off to Asturias on Sunday for a week. More soon.
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