All day long and every night, Mom does this. She talks with sick missionaries, two-thirds of them in Spanish, about eveything from headaches to hemmorrhoids, rashes and diarrhea (the most common), athlete's foot and ingrown toenails, bug bites, dog bites, scorpion bites, monkey bites (only once, so far), and scabies, vertigo, migraines, glasses needed, toothaches, lost fillings, root canal needed, broken bones, sprained ankles, blisters, and plantar's warts, sore throats, colds, strep throat, and blood poisoning (just once so far), gastritis, conjunctivitus, home sickness-itis, and just this week for the first time, chicken pox. She is quite the little general practitioner. It was a lot easier to treat the ills before Mexico recently passed a law that you have to have a prescription to get antibiotics. Bummer.


Can't you just hear her saying, "Pobrecito"-- "Poor baby."