Remember that one time when I fell in a sewer and had to go to the hospital?

Normally when I walk the streets of Malaysia, I keep my eyes firmly focused on my feet in an attempt to protect myself from uneven sidewalks, sewer drains, scurrying rats, and the street gutter system filled with all kinds of unmentionable nastiness.  Last week, I was excitedly skipping down the street in anticipation of Pizza Hut singing God’s praises, and I forgot to watch where I was going and fell into a sewer drain.  (Okay … so I wasn’t skipping and I wasn’t singing but that would have made the story so much better). It hurt like CRAZY but I now have a fun “adventure”  to share with all of you so I guess it was worth it.

 

My leg began to get infected from the metal it was scraped against so I eventually went to the hospital to have it looked at.  This hospital was pretty close to third world and 7 doctors surrounded me speaking in Malay and laughing at me.  One of the doctors  stuck his finger into my wound as hard as he could before asking me to wiggle my toes.  He then drew a detailed picture on a piece of paper of my leg, my toes, and my scratch.  Satisfied with his artistic ability, he told me I was free to go and sent me on my way.  Just another reminder that I am no longer in America! 

f My leg right after I fell and then again a week later, after infection set in                           
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The sewer culprit