HEALTH CARE IN JIMENA (4)

THE DEVELOPMENT OF HEALTH CARE IN JIMENA (1952 - 2007)

by CURRINI

People helped each other, too, by passing on things they had learned from their family. Most of this knowledge had no scientific basis: for instance, you might get told to pass a large iron key across your mouth, in the morning for three days, to cure a cold sore. Or to grab a handful of cobwebs and put it in a poultice on a wound. Or to rub your eye with a fly to heal a sty.

There were two doctors in Jimena around 1954: Don José Montero and Don Juan Marina. The former lived and had his surgery across the street from el Pósito (‘depósito‘, i.e. storage rooms, where the Casa de la Cultura at the top of the village is today and that earlier became the village’s first discothèque). He also owned the summer cinema next to his house, where a market was later installed. Don José was asthmatic but he could be seen every day slowly walking up the streets carrying his little black bag, to visit his patients.The other doctor was Don Juan Marina Bocanegra, whose surgery and home was where the new Hotel is now. He was much younger than Don José and further advanced in his medicinal knowledge. He loved shooting and owned the town’s electricity (I remember having electric lights only at nights and never in the daytime). It was Don Juan who started ‘the Insurance’ but the service was so bad that one had in the end to succumb to cash payment. Among other things, the prescriptions never seemed to be covered by it.

There was also the local official partera (midwife), named Rosario, with her green eyes, her hair in a bun and a large black dog that was always looking out of the postigo (shutter or little window in a door). However, most of the women called in the neighbours who had always assisted at births even if they didn’t have a certificate to prove it.

Then there were the practicantes (‘nurses’). Don José Malagón and Don Miguel Cuenca would always be seen with their little shiny boxes that contained the dreaded syringes steeped in alcohol. They went from house to house all too often. The doctors and the practicantes all reeked of medicine and you could smell them coming a mile away.

Follow the story here next Tuesday, November 6th.

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