I haven't felt great for about two weeks. I assumed I had a urinary tract infection, but unless there are no other options, I avoid going to the doctor here at all costs. Not because the medical care isn't good, but because navigating the medical system in a foreign language is just a big headache. If it was just language it wouldn't be so bad, but it is not only language, it is a whole different system. Everything is done differently.
Wednesday night I thought I was dying. Not from the pain, but from nausea. At one point I made Scott promise me that when I actually am dying he will do whatever it takes that I don't experience nausea in my final hours. I know, crazy!
After nearly forty eight hours of nausea, sleeping, pain, and fretting over what I really should be doing, I have finally returned to the land of the living.
Scott has been a great nurse, substitute mom, and foot massager. He has definitely earned several gold stars!
84 days until the DELE - it is time to return to the books!
