My hospital visit

Sorry for all the updates today but unfortunately I am sick. Funny story actually. Come down with severe flu like symptoms on Sunday. I was really struggling. We all suspect I have Malaria, no worries, hit up the hospital the next morning. Monday morning off we stroll to the hospital. 3rd world hospital mind you. Perceptions are a funny thing because what was going through my mind was not good. Do they have clean needles, will I get HIV? I was definitely worried. Get to the hospital, luckily we are escorted by a Kenyan woman we live with because otherwise I would probably still be there waiting. It is a round about process but eventually I am booked in to see the doctor. There are about 50 people all waiting to see the same person. Some look so incredibly sick. It is evident that some have HIV/AIDS. There are a variety of people from children to the elderly. We all wait outside on a wooden seat. After about 3 minutes, I skip the line because I am white. It is very unfair to all the others and I don't feel good doing it, but am told it is disrespectful if I don't. I get told to go to the lab and checked for Malaria and Typhoid. Only a pin prick I am told. I was feeling very weak at this stage. Get to the lab which is a tiny room with 3 nurses, one taking blood samples (without wearing gloves) and 2 looking at the blood samples under a microscope. Everything is done openly, I can clearly see all the patients going in and getting checked. My turn is up, great pin prick easy. Nope...giant needle in my arm. Clean needle, straight out of the wrapper. I felt all the blood rush from my head, I felt dizzy and quickly told Jemma "I am going to faint" and off I go. Luckily Jemma was there, she held me up and stopped me from falling right out of the chair. Needle still in my arm. I come to, but am still out of it. Asking where am I, and telling Jemma I was having a good dream. Within 10 seconds I look down at my arm, see blood splatters and go "Oh yeah, now i remember". Funny. The nurses didn't know what to do. I made quite a commotion, all the Kenyan's were staring at me thinking what is wrong. I never faint either. I do not like needles at all, but they don't bother me and have never fainted. That was until Kenya haha. So at the end of the day, I have an infection in blood stream that needs to be attended too, I get a truck load of medication, Jemma has the scare of her life and that is my hospital visit. The hospital isn't too bad, just very different. They use clean needles and get the job done with minimal resources. All up it cost my 5 dollars to see a doctor twice, get a blood test and buy medication. Cheap day really.