I waited an hour, making the biggest fuss I could to get a car, a doctor, anything.  Finally I hear Joe pull up in Betty.  We grabbed Will and took him to the car.  We rushed to META, where they took a quick glance at Will and said, “you have to go down the mountain.”  They felt because of Will’s severe condition, the chamber would only temporarily help and the only real fix was to get him to a lower altitude as soon as possible.

“Hurry along, but go back to the hospital and ask for aspirin,” they said.  They explained that the blood-thinning of the aspirin would help ease him back as we descended.  “And don’t let him sleep,” they shouted at the car as we drove off.

We returned to the hospital and I asked the nurse for aspirin.  She shook her head.  They had no aspirin.  They were a hospital and they had no aspirin.  The nurse then began to explain that the cost of the two shots.  About 40 cents total.  Because I didn’t have any of the local currency, I tried to pay with a US dollar bill.  She gave me the “what am I going to do with that?” look and shook her head.

I went to the car, grabbed a handful of tea bags, and walked back in.  I placed them in her hands, she gave them a look, and then nodded.  Deal.  Two mystery pills and two mystery shots in the ass for a handful of tea bags from our sponsor.  That is a good deal indeed.