Get your GIANT HAIRPUFF outta my face!!

Today was my second day shadowing in the government hospital, and it was definitely more jarring than the first.    I was in the internal medicine ward, following another group of med students during rounds.  I have a few b!tchy and not-so-b!tchy things to say.

1)The hospital is SMALL.  There is HARDLY any space; beds are CRAMMED next to each-other, and there is definitely not enough space for about fifteen med students.

Shallowness Transcends All!

And I thought commercials in the US were ridiculous...

They still are.  But some of these commercials here are absolutely retarded.

There is a commercial that starts out with the woman waiting for her husband to come home, and he does--and walks past her totally disinterested.  There are a few more interactions like this--she sits on the couch and he just totally ignores her, etc.  Ugh.  And she's so sad (hell, it'd make me sad too)... so what does she do?

She goes into the bathroom and pulls out

Little Luxuries and Little Frustrations.

We traveled across the country (so that means we drove for three hours, haha) to attend a wedding of my father's cousin.  In preparation for this wedding, I got my sari tailored for me by some strange woman in a back alley filled with spools of thread and pieces of fabric... and giant cobwebs.  Literally the sketchiest thing I have experienced so far.  Eughhh.

BUGS ARE SCARY

I'm sitting alone downstairs, feet safely away from the floor in this rocking chair.  The clock just struck midnight, and I'm terrified.  Why?

BUGS.

No, seriously.  It's dark down here.  I thought I saw this crawling around on the floor:

Credit to whoever took this picture, it is not mine.  But yeah.  Cute, right?  I love these guys.

I unplug my laptop and bring it over to where I see the movement.  I am greeted with this instead:

Why I Love White People and Travel Annoyances.

Hey, everyone!  I arrived safely in the motherland, and I have quite a few things to say.  I have been keeping a paper journal, and will pretty much type as I have written.

DTW airport:  OH my gosh.  Why the f*ck are two out of five of our giant bags broken (missing a foot)?!?  FAIL.

6/18/11:  JFK Airport in NY

There are these brown girls trying to hack into the internet and failing.  Uh, DUH, you have to pay.  BROWWNN.

Everyone on our flight to Kuwait is brown.  No, seriously.  I look like a whore and I wore an orange sundress.

I am super sick, which is not a surprise.  I sat across the aisle from the rest of the family, and no one sat in the seat next to me (and it's not like anyone would if they had a choice, because I sound like I'm dying every time I open my mouth to cough).  During the 36 hours of travel and waiting time before we finally reached our destination, my sickness progressed

Wow, SUPER update.

Hey everyone,

I know I haven't written in this journal in literally two months.  So, here's a quick update, in no particular order: