There are lots of things I want to write about – Pride, 4th July, more camping, weird questions about polygamy – but today I feel as though I have to write about my first encounter with the US healthcare system. (NB: this is a bit of a rant, and there’s a TL;DR at the end)
I have never been very good at making friends. No, don’t feel sorry for me. Although I can be gregarious and engaging, I can also be prickly and stubborn. I spent a lot of my childhood and teenage years not really having any close friends, or having anyone I could trust, or who I knew would always be there for me. Half the reason I (rather rashly) moved to Dublin at 18 was because I didn’t know a soul in the whole country. I could leave behind the rather lonely past, and find people who actually liked me.
Learning the World. 