Doctor Mania

As with many countries, Brazil has fantastic health care if you have the money for private insurance. I am happy and relieved to finally be able to say I am insured after the better part of 9 months. The pedeatrics doctor's office was like a fairyland toy paradise, and I now have multiple requests daily to go back for more injections. Talk about making the pain fade away. But the most awe-inspiring experience was at the women's clinic. I should have known from the reference and the address. Finding the bloody place was an exercise in sleuthing in itself, and finding the door even more of a mystery. The place was like an exclusive nightclub. No names, no marks, and a stealth door which glided open when you wandered near it looking and hoping for a door to magically appear so you didn't look goofy walking around the building with your eyes peeled for an entry. The "clinic" had a lovely lounge replete with coffee bar and snacks, games table, out-door garden patio, and mosaic finishing most home-owners would die for. I ascended to my appointment and was greeted by a Star Trek doctor who would have been fit to seduce Shatner in his best days even at what I figure was the ripe age of 40. Skin tight heavy silver zipped uniform, and a body and hair to die for. Every adolescent boys doc fantasy come true. And my surreal reality here in Sao Paulo...