Okay I didn’t die, but I did go to the hospital… Plus the doctor’s office five times. Yep. Good thing I got overseas health coverage before I got here! I haven’t even been in Australia a month yet and I’ve already managed to go to the ER and get surgery. Why? Well, that’s a little too personal for the internet. Although I must say, for having to go to the hospital in a different country all by myself, I did handle the situation pretty well. I didn’t freak out or lose my cool once! Anyways, moral of the story though: Australia has GREAT health care. I’m serious. Everyone at the hospital was SO incredibly nice to me – it was amazing! Every single nurse/doctor was timely, friendly, knowledgeable, and treated me with respect and care. And unlike the ER in San Diego, there weren’t a bunch of homeless bums abusing the system like they do back in the States. Plus, all of my costs were covered by the insurance! America could learn a thing or two from the Australian health care system if you’re asking me…
***Side note: I’m not allowed to squat, workout, or do any strenuous activities for two weeks… FML.
***Shoutout to Luke for picking me up from the hospital post-surgery. Don’t know what I would have done without him… But actually.
***This is what happens when Dillon leaves me for Dubai…