So it’s official: I don’t have anything nasty… that they tested me for. I’ve just been sick a lot, and I only fainted that one time. 
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They x-ray’ed me twice, did three malaria screens on different samples of my blood, ultrasounded my liver, spleen, and for some reason the underside of my freakin’ spine. Seriously, when pregnant women get ultrasounds of their babies done, does it feel like the doctor is trying to forge the ultrasound wand into the sub-atomic particles inside the molecules on the back of your skin?
Anyway… so yeah, after all that, a bunch more blood tests (at least 10 vials worth), 3 urine samples, plus the fainting episode, and a trip to the hospital in an ambulance, they were able to give me the diagnosis that I am perfectly healthy!
I’m actually pretty stoked about it. Plus who knew that your liver and spleen were so cute. Well at least mine are. My internal organs are so much cuter than everyone else’s, and it’s not just because they’re mine! They were way cuter than any of those blotchy fetus ultrasound photos I’ve seen.
So my liver and spleen didn’t have hands or arms or legs, or a head. Nor did they look remotely different from each other in any way. They were smooth, and oblong, and completely uniform in colour. That’s what I’m talking about.
Alright I have no idea what I’m talking about.
The whole experience was a bit mad, but I’m thankful it’s over, and I suppose in a way I’m glad it all happened the way it did. Next time I feel weak from 4 nights of fevers though, I’m staying in bed!
