Fútbol

I have just had an absolutely wonderful day. A couple of weeks ago, one of the ER docs asked me if I play "futbol" (soccer). I said I certainly do, and so he asked me if I'd like to be on their team. I paid my $5 admission fee and my $10 for my uniform, but I didn't know what to expect. Well, today was the big day.

I suppose I hadn't known how big of a deal this was going to be. All the teams were from various parts of the hospital, which was fun in itself, and I was on team "medicos" (doctors, a few interns and residents, and me). Each of the teams had uniforms, and a queen. Apparently, they have a "queen" for everything here, much like we have a homecoming king and queen, except it perhaps isn't quite as big a deal for them. We marched out with our teams and our queen for the opening ceremony. For me, it was just so much fun to me to see how much everyone got into the day.

We played heartily. Actually, we had no choice. The oxygen level is so low here our hearts, and especially mine, were pounding! However, we lost our match 2-0. The one thing I am a bit confused about, though, is whether this game actually counted. This might have just been a placement game for next weekend when the real challenge begins. I'm not sure, but I guess I'll find out soon enough.

While completely unrelated, I also had the opportunity to talk a bit more with my friend who had the appendectomy and his family. He was let out of the hospital today, but they're going to be here a few more days while he rests and whiile they wait for an airplane to England. I've invited them to come to the English church tomorrow if they would like to, but it will all depend on how he feels. I'll call them in the morning tomorrow to see how things fare. Thank you for your prayers.