Foreigner's Trip to the Hospital

So today I went to the hospital.

It's all good, I spend a lot of time there. I choose to spend my spare time at the local hospital trying to pick up. Doctors, of course, not patients.

No, I actually went in because of a painful rash. I know you all wanted to know that. Don't you feel so much closer to me now? Anyway, turns out it's a flesh-eating bacteria that will consume and kill me within the next week and there's really nothing I can do about it.

I'm serious.

Well, maybe not. I really don't know. I don't speak Chinese. But you know, theoretically, it could be true.

They gave me some "medical" (medicine) for it, as well as some pills for the cough that makes me sound like a 63 year old, long term cigarette addict (I'm about 80% certain the hacking is because of the pollution).

I've been to the hospital in China before - I had to get a full physical for my Z-visa - but it still amazes me to walk through the halls and think to myself, "whoa, I'm in a hospital in China! How many people can say they've been to a hospital in China!?" (approximately 1.3 billion people if everyone China has been to one). It's really satisfying that I can tick that particular point off of my "Things To Do Before You Die" list.


Well, I would post a picture of the Chinese "medical" (medicine) and maybe even some fun pictures of the flesh-eating bacteria, but unfortunately, as of late, my photos refuse to upload. So I apologize that my blog is not as visually appealing as it could/would/should be, and that I'm not quite as diligent in posting as usual - it gets a bit ridiculous spending hours trying to upload one or two photos just to have it show up as a big red X.