So, as it turns out, it is a pain to prepare for blood work to be done on a 3-month sojourn to Uganda. This is largely because I need to bring my own needles (and syringes, which is currently causing the problem) with me because, hi, AIDS. On the one hand, I want to give Uganda the benefit of the doubt. I hate that I sound like a typical white ( Read more... )

So, on Sunday night, I met truly excruciating pain for the first time in my life. At around 8pm, something in my side just... I don't know what happened (well, now I do), and I felt like I couldn't breathe properly. I felt like the muscle in my side over my left ribcage was being shredded into pieces, and it was much, much worse when I tried to ( Read more... )