It's happened. One of the top things I was worried about for my study abroad trip, the list going something like: -being mugged
-losing my passport
-having a crazy host family (or host lesbians, since I originally thought my host parents were two women...something was obviously lost in translation)
-having to use my insurance card...because that would mean I was extremely sick
Welp, not the worst thing that could happen on that list, but I am very sick. Although writing that list out does kinda put things into perspective and makes me realize things could be much worse, but it's my last month here and I don't to spend it like this. I figured I would get the usual head cold or travelers sickness once, maybe twice. Instead my body decided to skip the pussy shit and go straight to the hard stuff. I absolutely loathe the doctors, so for me to even think about going is a red flag right there. I'm under the impression that just about anything can be fixed with hot tea, airborne and sleep. Sadly it's been about 5 days now, and when the copious amounts of vitamins didn't work and I noticed spots on my tonsils I figure I'm going to have to cave and go to that germ infested cesspool they call the doctors office, or la oficina de doctor, which would be more accurate to what they call it.
Guess it's part of the experience, there's just something about going to the doctors. Maybe it's because they can give you potentially bad news or maybe Spanish doctors terrify me even more. I've never had to look up words in a dictionary before to prepare for what I want to say. Words like tonsils (amígdalas) and lymph-nodes ( ganglio), so this is defiantly a learning experience. Yo estoy nerviosa! Hopefully all goes well, I'll update with the prognosis.
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