Second Adventure to Tijuana

I had a migraine Friday night to Sunday night, so I was glad to have an appointment with the homeopathic doctor on Monday. My friend Mary and I decided to walk across the border, since it was the end of the Labor Day weekend and we did not want to get stuck in all the traffic coming back. As before, it was an easy jaunt to drive to the border, walk across and catch a yellow cab to the doctor's office. We waited about an hour and a half to see the doctor and then were led into his office. Mary did not seem as impressed as Mikayla and I with the number of bottles of formulas lining the walls and covering the desk. Maybe that was because I had told her about it, so it wasn't a surprise.

The doctor was very pleased that I had brought Mary down as a translater, especially since she is a nurse midwife and therefore has a medical background. They talked at length and I learned a lot. This doctor was a surgeon for 25 years before he got into homeopathy. He feels that he can do a lot more healing with homeopathy than with cutting things out. He studied in Mexico and in Germany. To him, migraines are a piece of cake. The woman he saw before us had psorosis of the liver.

The doctor works on a cellular level. He says the body is like an onion and he tries to get to the core. His wand somehow picks up the electro-magnetic response to the formulas that he holds out. I am sure it is much more complicated than that, but that is all I could get from the translations.

Several women have gone to him with their husbands while they are pregnant. The doctor somehow determines the cellular make-up of the baby by studying both parents and then gives the mother certain custom-made formulas. All of the children born from women who have taken his formulas are sickness-free, emotionally stable and are very intelligent.

I had brought all the formulas that I got from my last visit with me. The doctor tested me on all of them, and the wand did not move. He said that I was done with them, and threw them out. This is the way it should be. He can tell if people have been taking their formulas by testing them when the patients come back for a follow-up visit.

I left with a dozen new bottles to take nightly, five minutes apart, plus one to take three times a day. He promised me that by the time I go back in two weeks, I will be 20-30% better and will continue to get better. I have my fingers crossed that he is right.

Mary and I got a bite to eat at Plaza Rio, the mall down the street from the doctor's office. I used to go there a lot before 9/11 and it brought back memories. In the K-Mart-like store, I had purchased sturdy glasses that wouldn't shatter easily. The kids were small at the time. I still have a couple of them. Mary and I ate in the smoothie shop with the brightly painted murals. I must have gone to Tijuana several times with my father, because my memories of that shop all have him in it.

We then decided to walk back to the border. It was a filthy, stinky walk in the hot sun. Potholes pocked the sidewalks. Poorly constructed curbs were crumbling away. We crossed a cement pedestrian bridge that was in ruins. The stairs had separated from the structure and rebar was poking out everywhere. I brazenly yelled to the traffic below that was lined up miles from the border that we were walking across. Poor suckers who had to wait hours to cross the border. When we approached the border, we were extremely disappointed to find ourselves in the back of a huge line. My disappointment deepened when I saw that the line snaked up another street unseen from where we joined the line. We stood, taking a few steps every few minutes for almost two hours. Mary and I both quietly endured the misery of it. I was sweating uncomfortably from the heat. Mary's back was aching.

But I did think about third world countrires where people wait in line all the time for food, rations, water, and other things. I felt pretty whiny having to wait two hours in a line, knowing that as soon as I crossed, I would get into my airconditioned car, drive home, take a nice shower and put on clean clothes.

Mary is a good friend. She is planning on coming with me again. This time we'll drive and I promise not to complain if we can sit in our car, listen to the radio and have the air conditioning on, even if the wait is hours long.