On Tuesday morning both The Man and I were sent to the hospital from school when we both broke out in a strange rash, parts of me were swelling up and he was feeling rough. We chose a mid-range hospital (a lack of travel insurance helped us with that decision... note to self: renew travel insurance!); we didn't opt for the government offering of Hatyai Hospital (not purely based on snobbery but also because of waiting times, other people's experiences...) and also not opting for the most expensive but wonderfully luxurious Bangkok Hospital with its polished marble floors and chandeliers. We found ourselves at Rajyindee Hospital. After the initial greeting of nurses looking from one another urging the other to greet the farang...