It’s been about 8 days since I hit my head and needed stitches. Going to a hospital in India was not great. The emergency room was about 200 square feet with 3 beds, a desk, about a dozen people working, and just barely enough space to have a wheelchair move through the space. Hitting my head, lots of blood, going to the hospital, and being abroad sounds like a terrible confluence of events. 9 days ago I would have put this somewhere near the top of the list for bad things that could happen.
After having gone through it, though, it’s not as bad as I would have thought. It might seem terrible as I imagine it, but it wasn’t so bad. The thought of something bad, in this case, was way worse than the actual thing.
Taher, it may not be what you think it will be.
After having gone through it, though, it’s not as bad as I would have thought. It might seem terrible as I imagine it, but it wasn’t so bad. The thought of something bad, in this case, was way worse than the actual thing.
Taher, it may not be what you think it will be.
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