Friday, September 20, 2013

Someone Call a Doctor... Or Don't

My back problems returned today. Despite taking it easy, it was back to feeling as though bone was rubbing on bone. Luckily, I have a really strong network of people here who all took care of me by finding my medicine amidst my things, bringing me food, and periodically checking in on me with ice, weird fake plastic flowers, etc. I am feeling very grateful that I brought methlyprednesone with me. Everyone here suggested calling the doctor to come to the hostel to give me an injection. Of what I couldn't really gather. I'll pass.

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