And the new winner for the worst time of my life goes to...

RIGHT NOW.

I know I said at least once during the month of October, "We'll know by the end of this experience if too much work can kill you." Well, this experience is almost done, and here I am, alive. So I guess too much work can't kill you. HOWEVER, too much work can make you very, very sick (I'm blaming this all on too much work, FYI). Being very, very sick leads to hospitals. And in hospitals, they fix bodies and destroy minds. When I left Kansas, I left a little part of my soul there. I would like to say that some part of my soul will probably stay in Costa Rica too, but considering the rate at which this hospital is destroying it, I'm not sure I'll have any left.

Do you have any idea how hard it is to sit in your room, alone on thanksgiving, knowing that everyone you care about is celebrating the holiday together? Your family is together. Your friends are together. And you are alone, in a foreign country, strapped to an IV in a hospital. You can't even forget the fact that it's Thanksgiving, because Thanksgiving and Black Friday ads are all all over the TV and internet. Welcome to the worst Thanksgiving of my life.

And so, here I am. Two days later. Still in the hospital. Going insane. I have 3 doctors. Doctor 1 ... I don't know what he does. But he's medium-nice. Doctor 2 is a surgeon (?) and he's not very nice. Doctor 3 deals with infections, and he's really nice. Doctors 1 and 3 want to let me leave. Doctor 2 thinks this is a bad idea and wants to keep me for two more days. Doctor 2 has also forbidden me from going to Panama. Well, great. If I can't do anything fun here, why even be here? I just want to go home. Like, HOME home. I want them to let me out of this hospital. I will rest and study until my final on Monday. I will take that final and wrap up a few loose ends around the university. I will take my other final Tuesday. Then I will go home and pack and fly home Wednesday. Or at least, that's how it works in my head. I'm not going to trust how things work in my head anymore, though, because this glorious reality of the end of study abroad was not how it worked in my head either.