|My medication collection|
|View from Mariatrost, Graz|
The doctor's office was like nothing I had ever experienced. Located in a janky apartment building with overgrown grass and peeling, beige walls, the office was situated up one flight of stairs. I walked into the waiting room, which was basically a small room with many brown chairs and tables and piles of magazines, and headed to the receptionist, who was very friendly. "Someone recommended Dr. Dworsak to me," I said in German. "What do I do?"
|Enjoying a wine spritzer at Schönbrunn|
|A lovely birthday breakfast with friends|
Finally, after about 25 minutes, my name was called, and I entered a rather spacious room. Dr. Dworsak sat at a desk with a computer, and I was too nervous to look around much, instead sitting down immediately and telling her that mein Deustch ist nicht so gut. She took a brief history, and the only word that tripped me up was "pine" when we were discussing my allergies. Then I described my symptoms, she looked in my throat, declared that I had tonsillitis, and prescribed me antibiotics for it, as well as for my eye. Seven minutes -- all done!
|The Mariatrost cathedral in Graz|
Life improved immeasurably for a week, but then tragedy in the form of another sore throat hit again. Two days after finishing my antibiotics, the strep throat/tonsillitis returned in full force, and I returned to the doctor. She put me on stronger antibiotics for a longer stint, to be taken more frequently, so hopefully now we've killed off whatever bacteria seems intent on attacking me. I haven't been sick in Vienna all year, nor have I had strep throat since early high school. When it rains, it pours, I suppose!
After it was all said and done, I acquired a rather nice collection of medications to deal with strep throat, sore throat, dry throat, cough, allergies, and pain. A rather amusing souvenir collection, wouldn't you say?
|The Graz Opera House|
|Beautiful view of Graz|
|Parliament Square in London|
I will admit that I'm completely in love with London. It seems like the opposite side of the same coin to Vienna. One city is small and quiet; the other is massive and bursting with energy. One is traditional and reserved; the other is youth-centered and unequivocally cosmopolitan. One is world-renowned for its opera and classical music, the other for its theater and musicals. They complement each other very nicely.
In six weeks and two days, I'll be home. It doesn't feel like it, but I must say that I am looking forward to summer. (Please don't ask me about my plans beyond that. Not yet, anyway.) After a week of cold rain, the sun is back out here, and (fingers crossed) I'm feeling healthy. Add in a little Innsbruck in June, and it's shaping up to be an excellent final few weeks.
|Enjoying a day at Schönbrunn with Eliza|