When I talk to people in The States about my life in Mexico, one of the first questions they raise is health care.
I am always ready for the question. If you have been following this blog for any time, you know how highly I think of the Mexican medical system. The doctors are well-trained and more interested in relationships than in generating income. And, as a direct result, Mexican health care is affordable.
But that is not really what concerns the Americans I meet. The true worry hangs low in the subtext because America is a land where certain issues cannot be stated aloud. Especially, when the topic has the potential of conjuring up that deadly, conversation-stopping appellation. Racist!
Some will whisper their concerns out of the earshot of polite society. "Aren't you afraid of all the -- diseases? I hear the place is filthy."
I am always frank. Yes, my little village is very dusty. And our sewage infrastructure could use a bit of work. But, filthy? No.
As for diseases, we get the occasional Dengue outbreak -- just like The States. And a lot of us contract worms -- like people throughout the developed world.
But I must admit I have never seen a display in Mexico like the one I saw yesterday in the Bend Walmart.
"Lice Treatment." A full shelf from top to bottom.
This may be the last time I feel the need to defend health in Mexico.