It's been quite a month in the last three weeks, I've seen two different doctors. One in Sofia, Bulgaria for a urinary tract infection and one in Walla Walla, WA for pneumonia.  I haven't been to see the doctor this many times in such a short period of time since I had tonsillitis and a week later a tonsillectomy.

The urinary tract infection was more annoying than anything else.  It's one of the two most commonly diagnosed illnesses among women in the States.  Pneumonia on the other hand was a bummer--first I thought it was the flu and then it got worse.  Four days of antibiotics later, I am on the mend again.

With these two experiences back to back and literally within days of each other, it  got me thinking about doctors, medicine and illness.

In Bulgaria, I got sick on a Saturday and was sure that the clinic Americans go to wouldn't be open. I gave Greenberg's a call and much to my surprise they were open.  I figured that I'd be there an hour or two but not much longer than that. It ended up being much longer