Passport...Check!
Tickets...Check!
Migration Card...Check!
Visa...Check!
Invitation Letter (to get visa to get back in)...Check!
Massively swollen foot...er...Check!


So some enterprising little insect bit me, THROUGH MY SOCK, on sunday. No biggy, I'm a mecca for biting insects, they love me. Yesterday I noticed that my foot was a little swollen and when I got back from picking up the necessary documents to get me out of the country and back in again, I noticed that it had gotten a lot more swollen. By 1 am last night, it was resembling the nutty professor's foot, before he took the potion. Olya and Anna went to the chemist for me to buy antihistamines at that stage (the legends) but by this morning it was still swelling and REALLY itchy. So off I hobbled to the 'European Medical Centre' (for that read ridiculously expensive money printing business), I was overtaken by a little old lady with a walking stick on my way, the shame. Later, with a sore ass (from an injection), a sore arm (from blood tests) and a sore credit card (231 euro for 20 minutes, nice work if you can get it!), I went to college to do my oral exam. On my way home I got a call from the doctor saying I had to come back in because my foot was infected and I need to go on a drip, cool. I've picked up the weirdest injuries this year...

And the moral of the story is... I should never, ever try to leave this country, something is bound to go wrong (see the visa fiasco in december for details!)