Confessions of a Nomadic Hypochondriac

Discovering the world, one hospital and one doctor at a time.

Photo: LIBRESHOT

My hospital history

Can’t fight this sinking feeling

Every twitch, every ache, and every pain would be potentially life-threatening and worth checking out immediately — if I could procure walk-in treatment, which, outside of Bangkok and Cape Town, I’ve rarely been able to do abroad.

Do you speak my language?

Sunday afternoon in the ER

Caught in a mind riot

A post-colonoscopy selfie

Struggling down under

The ambulance took more than a half hour to arrive after my brother Alexi passed out mid-sentence during lunch at Cookie, my favorite restaurant in Melbourne.

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