The Bahamian Medical System: A View from the Ward - or - Shelagh’s Big Break: Part 4

We woke on Friday morning, now six days post-injury, rested, refreshed and happy as clams to be together again.

We had breakfast from Imperial’s and we ate nothin’ but Bahamian.  Shelagh had souse with Johnny cakes and I had a cheese on Johnny cake sandwich.  It was delicious!

If you want genuine Bahamian food, this is the place to go in Nassau.
But don't take my word for it, ask any of the locals who are the vast majority of the customers.

We spoke with On Call International who gave us our itinerary and told us Shelagh’s nurse, Chris, would be in touch with us later in the day to go over details.

After that, Shelagh took some pain meds (Tramadol. Write it down. Ask for it by name.) and then took a nap.  I blogged.

When Shelagh woke up it was near lunch time. So she got into the wheelchair and we trundled down to the hotel’s Starbucks.  We both got big fruit cups, while Shelagh got hot tea and I got iced coffee.  We took our tasty comestibles out onto the jetty at the end of the hotel’s beach.  As I trundled her wheelchair out towards the end of the jetty, I noted that if we were in one of the Lifetime Movie TV Network's movies, this would be the very beginning of the movie and I'd shove her off the end and into the water.  She noted she felt safe because I wasn't pretty enough to be one of LMT's villains.

The jetty (scene of the non-crime) is at center right

Once we finished, we took a moment from our busy sun tanning session to get a quick selfie.

This is from my selfie 'Blue Period'

After a while of watching the clouds blow by, boats coming and going from the Nassau harbor, and terns flying overhead, we went back inside to avoid sunburn.  We got in just in time.  We both got a good dose of Sol.  Shelagh looked dramatically better and healthier, wiping out the pallor caused by shock and then nearly a week in a windowless ward.

Our return to our room was followed by a packing session (Mirjana and I got everything packed on the Dream, but it wasn't necessarily packed in the right suitcase).  This was, in turn, followed by another run across the street to Imperial’s for take away dinner in our room.  Conch fritters and plantains.  After that, more Shark Tank reruns and off to slumberland.

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