Malaysia

Malaysia. A country in which I knew very little about upon arrival, and still, upon departure, know very little about. And here is why. Somewhere in India I was blessed with a little rash on my leg. This little rash then got infected and spread. So, I took some antibiotics, which caused me to break out in hives. So here I was, arriving in Malaysia, covered in hives with a spreading infectious rash (not infectious to anyone else, just me, have no fear). And the best part, no one knew what it was. So in order to effectively treat my little treat I was sent to a hospital in Malaysia. Cool right? Oh ya. Who can say that they’ve been to a hospital in Malaysia? And furthermore, who can say that they’ve ever had a biopsy done in a hospital in Malaysia? Ya, I am pretty sure that you can’t say that. It was all in all a rather INTERESTING experience. So, in a nutshell, I spent my time in Malaysia at a hospital and even came out with some pretty cool souvenirs such as hospital receipts and some pretty sick stitches. And everyone, be sure not to worry. I am fine. I am on medications and well on my way to being my pristine, flawless self. With love from Malaysia, Catie.

The pictures above…
Me in the “operating” room following my biopsy and me “buying” one of my few souvenirs in Malaysia. Good times.