Appendicitis, an Appendectomy… Yeah, it happened.

Now I will attempt to give an account of the appendix ordeal, from start to finish. (Just so you know, I’m going to be very open about bodily functions. So if that grosses you out, I don’t recommend that you read this.) Seriously, if you don’t like the words diarrhea or vomit, DO NOT READ. P.S. This is really long and I don’t feel like editing it. So, if there are mistakes, I’m terribly sorry. Don’t judge my grammar skills based on this post!

 It all began Sunday night. I was extremely nauseous that night when I went to bed and my nausea continued all through the night. I was miserable. It would be so bad in one position that I would convince myself if I rolled over it would be better. But rolling over was even WORSE! Finally at about 5 a.m. I decided to take some tums and try to eat something. (When my acid re-flux gets bad sometimes eating something helps.) So I crawled down out of my bunk bed and opened a pack of grits. The smell as soon as I opened the pack was absolutely repulsive to me. So I went for the tums. The process of chewing the tums was quickly interrupted by a quick sprint to the squaty potty as I proceeded to throw up. (At least the tums made it look nice and colorful 🙂 ) After throwing up I felt much better so I got up and went back to sleep. (After eating the grits, of course!) 

A couple hours later, Holley woke me up saying she didn’t feel well, so we went to our friends* house.  We napped some and ate. I was keeping my food down fine so I figured I was good to go and I blamed the vomiting incident on some medicine I was taking. Later that afternoon we ended up going to the hospital (more like a walk-in clinic) so she (along with two other teammates) could get some IV’s. Two of them were dehydrated and Holley was a little as well, if I remember correctly. I was a little nauseous but now bad so they just gave me an antibiotic to kill whatever was starting to go on inside my body. It was like a preventative measure. Then we went back to school.

The next day, Tuesday, I was fine most of the day. Then around 4pm I started to feel TERRIBLE. I had the chills and my whole body ached. I tried to go to super that night with the girls and just couldn’t bare it. So one of my precious best friends Courtney went back to the room with me. I probably laid there for a good hour and a half maybe, or maybe just an hour. (It felt like FOREVER.) I was freezing and had a big blanket on top of me but if you touched my skin, I was very hot to the touch. I could feel the heat beneath the blanket but I had the chills so I still kept it on. Finally, after sitting there discussing with Courtney whether I should take a cold sponge bath to help the fever go down, I was interrupted by that sudden urge to throw up, yet again. So I climbed down quickly and threw up the only thing I had eaten that day. And since I was already in the bathroom, we went for the cold sponge bath. That was TERRIBLE! Courtney was so precious and patient with me, not complaining once that I cried/moaned every time she touched me with the cold water. Then we got some Tylenol in my system and praise the Lord, the fever broke about twenty to thirty minutes later! I threw up the Gatorade I’d been drinking later that night before going to bed. And that was Tuesday evening. Quite honestly, this was the most terrible I’ve ever felt in my whole life. (How I felt right before the surgery is an extremely close second.) 

So the next morning, Wednesday, I went back to our friends* house to rest and eat again. I was feeling pretty good by dinner time and we went to dinner and celebrated one of our teammates birthdays!

Thursday morning my stomach didn’t really feel right. I was kinda nauseous, with random stomach pains. But I was determined to get better!  I was even going to go and watch Kong Fu! On the way to class I passed a teammate and she was going back to the room. So, I changed my mind and went back to the room instead of class because I was only going to be watching anyways. Well during the next two-three hours I had diarrhea like 5 times. The last two times there wasn’t even anything of substance coming out. It was essentially  water. Not like the substance was watery, I mean like it was colored water. (I know it’s gross but I warned you!!) So anyways, the diarrhea was sketchy but what really got me and my teammate concerned was that it was becoming bloody. Now I know you never get a handbook telling you what your poop should look like, but clearly, that is not normal. (Thanks to Elizabeth for enduring all this with me and going through all the tests with me at the hospital.)

So after figuring out how to get a hold of someone, we finally managed to get a ride to the hospital and our friend* met us there. The first doctor I saw had me law down on a table and was poking around and he hit this one spot and it almost sent me off the table it hurt so bad! And as soon as he did it it was like I felt insanely nauseous. So the doctor says, “Appendicitis.” But he wanted an ultrasound and blood work done to double and triple check. 

Funny story….for a minute I got Mono and Appendicitis confused and was freaking out because I know with Mono you can’t do anything for like 6 mths or something because of your spleen. And I was like “What am I going to do about camp!?!?! They’ll just have to find me a job in the office or something because I have to be at camp!” Then I realized I was thinking of mono and that I just had appendicitis. SCORE 🙂 I’d be fine for camp!! 

Anyways, we went to get the ultrasound done and both the technician and the doctor said appendicitis. My blood work however was completely normal! (Personally, I think it’s because of the antibiotic I’d been taking.) But we still went to the hospital to see the surgeon. (The actual hospital was a building behind the clinic area that we had been in.) So the surgeon says it’s appendicitis and we’re going to do surgery. At this point I’m honestly thinking, “Okay, sweet, we know what’s wrong. Now please get this thing out of me so I can feel better!!” Seriously, we called my mom to tell her I was going to have surgery and I told her I was fine, I just wanted to feel better so if taking it out fixed it, then I wanted it out. 

So I was waiting in my room and the anesthesiologist came in. Well, even though at this point 4 doctors had said appendicitis….he says wait. What was throwing him off was the diarrhea. (Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you that Thursday for lunch I had two things of fries from KFC….ooopps 🙂 ) So he says he thinks it might be dysentery and since he had more stars or rank (It was a Military Police Hospital) , what he said went! So they said we’d wait the night and see if anything changed.


I’d say an hour to two hours later, I had diarrhea again but this time there was actually substance!! We had just sat down (if I remember correctly) and were celebrating the substance when all the sudden here it came…I leaned over the side of my bed where there was a bucket and vomited bile, all over the floor, because the bucket had been moved. (I want to add that my faithful friend Courtney was there through all of this. She came to the hospital that evening and stayed with me through the night.) As bad as it sucked, as soon as it happened they said….”okay, surgery!” (Funny story…when they took me to the operating room, I’m pretty sure my poop was still there, un-flushed, from where we were waiting to show it to the doctors. haha 🙂 ) We got into the operating room and it was SO clean. Like it was glowing white. Seriously, it was the cleanest place I’ve seen period, especially in China. I remember them giving me an IV and rolling me over on my side and curling me into a ball to give me an epidural. (I was SO nervous about this part but I don’t even remember feeling the needle or however it is that they put it in.) Then they rolled me on my back again and I remember them asking if I could feel some cotton swab or something and I remember trying to wiggle my toes but it getting harder. Our friend* was in there translating for the doctors up until the point I fell asleep. Next thing I know, I woke up to the precious little doctor on my right saying, “Okay, Okay!” 

If there was any moment that I was actually uncomfortable, it was the moments that followed. Once I came to enough, I realized that they were done with the surgery and one of the doctors brought my appendix over and showed it to me. I was too out of it to say anything so I just kind of grunted and they all laughed. At this point I was shaking really bad and I just wanted my friend* in there to translate for me. So after probably about five/ten minutes (What seemed like forever because of the transition from the operating table, to the rolling bed, the elevator ride, and then the transition to my bed…) I was finally back in my room with blankets on top of my and pain medicine pumping through that thing in my back. Image

The next couple days involved so many IV’s that I lost count, lots of slow walks to the sqauty potty and slow squats while carefully holding my abdomen, and rest. I had the surgery around 2 or 3 am early Friday morning (China time) and left the hospital Saturday afternoon after my last IV of the day. They said if I could go without the pain medicine I’d been using, that I could go to our friends* house and just come back for IVs. They gave me these two peels and told me if the pain got unbearable, I could take them. But seeing as how you took them by inserting them into your butt hole, I automatically wrote it off as NOT AN OPTION. I went back for a couple hours every day for IVs until Tuesday which is when I was officially discharged. Then I just went back every couple of days to get my dressing changed. The next Monday, I was finally permitted to shower! WOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

The healing process has been great since then and I have no complaints! I was never ever scared. The Lord gave me a peace the whole time. I’m so grateful to my friends who were there with me through it all and for the Father who didn’t make me go through any of it alone! My doctors were absolutely fantastic!!


Funny story, I went through all of that and they never even knew my first and last name. haha. They used my Chinese name Bei Qi for the whole process. And the whole thing, surgery, tests, IVs, hospital stay, phone calls to my mom back in the states, cost a grand total of between $480 & $500 USD. Hmmm, isn’t our God faithful. 

So there it is, the whole story! 


“Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness! Morning by morning new mercies I see; All I have needed Thy hand hath provided— Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!”

This is definitely the part I have been looking forward to most! I’m just going to share the things that he has taught me and is still teaching me as I think back over my time there. 

Without a doubt, one of the greatest things the Lord taught me was that he is the ultimate provider and makes provision for our needs before we have any idea that we are in need! In my moments of need, big or small, spiritual or physical, immediate or long term, he was right there providing for me every step of the way! Through his provision, he showed me so much of his faithfulness. Because of some experiences in my life, I have had a really tough time understanding and accepting the faithfulness of God. (If you want to know more about this you can email me and I’ll tell you about it.) So this month in China was huge for me to see that he is absolutely 100% faithful! 

Another big thing I learned had to do with trust. Okay, so I shared in my last post the song about trusting in God. I have no problem claiming that I trust the Lord. I absolutely do trust him! I know that he is sovereign and in control and that when my world around me is falling apart, He is still on his throne and I can trust in him. But the Lord taught me a little more this past month about what it means to trust him. If you read the post about my struggles and challenges, you might remember that I said I struggled with wondering why God had me there. Okay…here’s the fun part! I realized something…I was saying that I trusted God (and I did/do!) But yet I was not trusting in his purpose for me in that place. I was not even trusting that he had a purpose for me there! I cannot tell you how many times in my heart I was crying out to him, “Abba, is there any purpose for me in this place??” I don’t know if I can express enough how huge the moment was for me when I realized that if I said I trusted God, that meant trusting that he did indeed have a purpose for me in that place, even if I had (and still have) no idea! But I guess I shouldn’t say that, because I do have a couple of ideas:

I think that the Lord wanted to teach me the things that I shared and he did it in such a way that would bring him the most glory. 

I think that he wanted to use my life (and the appendix incident) to teach some people in my life that he can and does take care of me and he doesn’t need their help to do so. And also to show me that it is true, I never walk alone. In his faithfulness, he is always with me! 

Oh! I think this is a good place to share another song that helped get me through this past month. I’m also going to share a passage of scripture that my heart recited frequently because the two go hand in hand.

Psalm 46

Music and Lyrics: Copyright 2010 Tyler Somers (BMI), Jennifer Somers (BMI), One Eyed Cat Music (BMI) 
the LORD is my refuge and strength
therefore i will not be afraid
though the mountains give way
and fall into the sea
He will come and rescue me

the LORD comes to me at break of day
He reaches down to guide me in His ways
though the oceans roar
in this dark and stormy sea
He will come and rescue me

halleluYah, He is with me
halleluYah, we cannot be moved
halleluYah, He is with me
halleluYah, i rest secure

be still and know that He is God
He will be exalted over all
come and behold His strength and majesty
yet He will come and rescue me

halleluYah, He is with me
halleluYah, we cannot be moved
halleluYah, He is with me
halleluYah, i rest secure

Psalm 46

New International Version (NIV)

Psalm 46[a]

For the director of music. Of the Sons of Korah. According to alamoth.[b] A song.

God is our refuge and strength, 
    an ever-present help in trouble. 
Therefore we will not fear, though the earth give way 
    and the mountains fall into the heart of the sea, 
though its waters roar and foam 
    and the mountains quake with their surging.[c]

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, 
    the holy place where the Most High dwells. 
God is within her, she will not fall; 
    God will help her at break of day.
Nations are in uproar, kingdoms fall;
    he lifts his voice, the earth melts.

The Lord Almighty is with us; 
    the God of Jacob is our fortress.

Come and see what the Lord has done, 
    the desolations he has brought on the earth.
He makes wars cease
    to the ends of the earth.
He breaks the bow and shatters the spear;
    he burns the shields[d] with fire. 
10 He says, “Be still, and know that I am God; 
    I will be exalted among the nations,
    I will be exalted in the earth.”

11 The Lord Almighty is with us;
    the God of Jacob is our fortress.

I’m sure as time progresses I will learn even more from looking back on the experience. As of right now though, these are the main things I’ve learned. I don’t know much, but I know this: I love the Lord. And I trust in Him and I praise him for his faithfulness to his people and to me. And living my life for him and his glory is hard. Seeking to live a life of ministry is even harder. But I know that there is nothing else I’d rather do with my time on this earth other than serve him with all that I am! Some days I’m chomping at the bit, eager to go out and do his work. Other days, I have to sit down and have a good cry first. But regardless, I love him and my life is his, and I pray that in someway, he can bring some glory to himself through my life. 

“I will trust in you my God, will you lead me safely home.” -Matt Papa

Now it’s time to talk about the struggles and challenges. Honestly, I’m still processing through this on my own, so this will probably be a rather blunt, honest, and raw post….no sugar coating. I would say initially being there, my struggle was hands down communication. I love love love love to love people but it is extremely hard to do that when you cannot speak their language! Especially because my heart beats to love those who are lacking love and attention and just need to be loved. Unfortunately, the opportunities to do that were scarce. So instead, I had to focus on loving my team and loving on those with whom we could actually communicate. I struggled with this for a long long time. 

Another challenge was the culture. Besides China, the only other country I have spent time in is Uganda. I absolutely love Uganda. The people there still hold a mammoth place in my heart and I had no issues with  the culture there. It came easy and almost natural for me to spend time there in and among those people. China?? Not so much. You know, I haven’t been able to put my finger on the why this is the case, the people in China are precious too and it’s a beautiful country. I don’t know, I just know when I was in Uganda, it was like my heart was going to explode and while in China, though I searched for that, it never came. Honestly, while I was in China, it made me miss Uganda. Thankfully, even though this is how I felt, there was NEVER a day that I was miserable and did not want to be there in that country or at that school. Never once.

I also struggled a lot with wondering why God had me there. My heart wasn’t exploding with love for those people, I wasn’t sharing news of him with tons of people, and half way through I had to have surgery. Seriously?

On a final note, it was also interesting to me that while I was there, several issues from back home came up. Just different things going on with family, different things that I’ve been dealing with in my heart concerning those issues. That definitely served as a struggle too, but maybe, just maybe, it was part of the Lord helping me deal with the things that I so often push aside.  

I think this pretty much sums up most of the things I struggled with while I was there. There were a couple songs and a passage that really encouraged me through these struggles and I want to share them with you.

So one of my theme songs for the past several years has been “I Will Trust in You My God” by Matt Papa. Needless to say, when my heart was heavy and burdened about these struggles, my heart always sang this song.

When darkness and despair
Have clouded o’er my head
When I cannot see Your love for me
I will trust in You my God

I will trust in You my God
Will You lead me safely home?
Into Your arms where I belong
I will trust in You my God

When sorrows fill my heart
And they leave me with only scars
When I don’t understand Your perfect plan
I will trust in You my God


When I’m carrying my cross
And I think about giving up
When my breath is short and my mind is torn
I will trust in You my God


When I’m leaving this old world
I want my life to have only said
With every breath and at even death
I will trust in You my God


Trusting him was a big theme of this trip and I’ll talk about it more later in the post about what I learned.

Oh and there was one more song that I sang a lot with my soul was weary and I just wanted to mope.


“Never Once”


Standing on this mountaintop
Looking just how far we’ve come
Knowing that for every step
You were with us

Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Kneeling on this battle ground
Seeing just how much You’ve done
Knowing every victory
Was Your power in us

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Yes, our hearts can say

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Scars and struggles on the way
But with joy our hearts can say
Never once did we ever walk alone
Carried by Your constant grace
Held within Your perfect peace
Never once, no, we never walked alone

Never once did we ever walk alone
Never once did You leave us on our own
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

Every step we are breathing in Your grace
Evermore we’ll be breathing out Your praise
You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful

You are faithful, God, You are faithful
You are faithful, God, You are faithful


Another thing that helped in these times of struggles was to just proclaim praises to Him, even when I didn’t feel like doing it. I often did this by reciting Psalm 103 in my moments of frustration or struggle.

Psalm 103

New International Version (NIV)

Psalm 103

Of David.

Praise the Lord, my soul; 
    all my inmost being, praise his holy name. 
Praise the Lord, my soul,
    and forget not all his benefits—
who forgives all your sins 
    and heals all your diseases,
who redeems your life from the pit
    and crowns you with love and compassion, 
who satisfies your desires with good things
    so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.

The Lord works righteousness 
    and justice for all the oppressed.

He made known his ways to Moses,
    his deeds to the people of Israel:
The Lord is compassionate and gracious, 
    slow to anger, abounding in love.
He will not always accuse,
    nor will he harbor his anger forever; 
10 he does not treat us as our sins deserve 
    or repay us according to our iniquities.
11 For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
    so great is his love for those who fear him; 
12 as far as the east is from the west,
    so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

13 As a father has compassion on his children,
    so the Lord has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed, 
    he remembers that we are dust. 
15 The life of mortals is like grass, 
    they flourish like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is gone,
    and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
    the Lord’s love is with those who fear him,
    and his righteousness with their children’s children —
18 with those who keep his covenant 
    and remember to obey his precepts.

19 The Lord has established his throne in heaven,
    and his kingdom rules over all.

20 Praise the Lord, you his angels, 
    you mighty ones who do his bidding, 
    who obey his word.
21 Praise the Lord, all his heavenly hosts, 
    you his servants who do his will.
22 Praise the Lord, all his works 
    everywhere in his dominion.

Praise the Lord, my soul.

“Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore.”

When people ask the all-encompassing question, “What was it like?,” they usually want to know about the living conditions, people, food, etc. So, I’ll begin with our living conditions.

We were told before we left to lower our expectations. So honestly, we didn’t really have expectations going into the trip and were thrilled when we got to our dorm rooms! Each room had 4 bunk beds with a desk and small closet beneath each one! Our standard of comfort is a little different so the plywood with a quilt over it took some getting used to. There was also a mosquito net hanging from the ceiling above each bed. The bathrooms were….well, they were great. They kept us clean and gave us a place to relieve ourselves!


I think one of my favorite parts of the room was being able to look out my window each morning and night and see all the girls in rooms around us getting ready for the day or for bed. It was such a reminder that they’re just like us! They just have a different shade of skin, speak a different language, and live somewhere else. Not to get on a soap box here, but I think sometimes it’s a big problem when we let ourselves put people in other countries who are poor, lost, hungry, etc. in a different category than ourselves. Because if we’re not careful, we just forget about them. But I think on the opposite end of that, if you look at an orphan across the world and think of him just the same as you think of that child in your classroom, or of your next door neighbor’s child, then you would be a lot more likely to do something about that child’s situation. If you think of that African woman as not just an African woman but as someone’s mother, someone’s daughter, someone’s spouse…then you’d be a lot more likely to care that she’s lost and without the hope of our savior. I don’t know if I’m making sense at all. I don’t know, I just feel like sometimes we’re quick to write them off as people on the other side of the world who are different than us, and then we just forget about them.

There was a song that I fell in love with while I was there that I loved to sing when I got to thinking about these things…

Faint Not 
Music and Lyrics: Copyright 2010 Tyler Somers (BMI), Jennifer Somers (BMI), One Eyed Cat Music (BMI) 

the problem’s not a gun, not a color, not a hundred dollar bill
we think the struggle can be won with simple thoughts like ‘come together be good willed’
the gap between the rich and poor is spreading out all the more or so they say
we ignore the claimso my soul, faint not, no
faint not | o my soul, keep up, up
in love

it’s not that we don’t know or we’re not shown the proof of poverty
it’s not that we don’t have the tools to go to break this yoke of slavery
we quit because it’s not an easy fix and then forget that they are even there
we forget to care

o my soul, faint not, no
faint not | o my soul, keep up, up
in love

where there is hatred, let me sow love
where there is injury, let me pardon
where there is darkness, let the Light come, come

o my soul, faint not, no
faint not | o my soul, keep up, up
in love

o my soul, faint not, no
faint not | o my soul, keep up, up
in love

faint not
faint not

Anyways, the campus was really beautiful! It was much, much bigger than NGU’s campus. I really enjoyed each day there. And most nights there was a gorgeous sunset!! One thing was a little difficult to get used to, we lived on the 6th floor and most of our classes were on the 5th floor. Needless to say, we climbed many many stairs!




The people there were super generous. They were very precious. It was a challenge for sure, not being able to communicate with most of them. Then again, it made it that much more precious when you did actually communicate with them!

yī, èr, sān, sì, wǔ (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Since we were students at a university, many of you are probably wondering what classes we took. Well….the class we had the most was Chinese. We didn’t learn symbols, we just learned how to say things that you would need to know on an everyday basis. (Although I did learn how to write my Chinese name…Bei Qi: 贝 褀 ) Quite honestly, this class was hard. We had a fantastic teacher who was incredibly patient with us! It was difficult because the language is so different. For one thing, there are several letters and letter combinations that are not pronounced like they appear to be. For example, when you see ke, your mind automatically thinks ke- as in keep or key. Not the case though; instead, ke would sound like the cu- in cuddle. Also, there are elements of the language that are almost like singing, with all the different tones and such. Learning the language was very, very difficult. It can be intimidating at times being in a country where you can’t communicate with majority of the people!!

Other than Chinese, we also had paper cutting, calligraphy, kong fu, and minority dancing. Paper cutting was super fun!

It was probably one of my favorite classes! We learned how to do 3, 5, 6, & 8 point designs. It takes patience but if you are patient and follow the instructions, you can be a pro in no time!

Calligraphy was very fun as well. It is crazy when you actually sit down and try to do some simple symbols just how much attention to detail it requires!


Kong Fu was, honestly, quite difficult. It’s super interesting and I would honestly consider it an art, but I am not in the shape to hold the positions it requires. Because of my sickness though, I actually only attended this class once.

Minority dancing was a lot of fun! It is so interesting how the minorities there have their own dance and how it incorporates parts of their culture!! Honestly, my favorite part of this class was watching the guys give their best attempts at the rather girly moves.

Overall, it was a great experience and it allowed us to get a little taste of the culture! I will say though, it is nice to be done with classes now for a couple of months!

May I have a little food with my spice, please?

So I’ll start with one of the necessities….food! Okay so think about the last time you ate at a Chinese restaurant…are you thinking of it? Okay, good. Now forget all about it because the food in China tastes nothing like it! If I could sum up the food in China with one sentence it would be, “China likes it spicy.” I was telling my mama this and her response was, “Becca, you’ve always liked spicy!” Correct, but I like Cajun spicy, not Chinese spicy. There’s this one thing called numbing spice and if you got a piece and bit into it, your whole mouth started to feel tingly. Like after you have a mint, except minus the mint flavor. Honestly, I wasn’t a fan. But thankfully, there was food that wasn’t spicy and even with the spicy food, after a while you learned which peppers and other pieces of food to avoid in order to enjoy the dish without enduring the spice. They eat a lot of pickled vegetables. I think my favorite veggies were the garlic flavored ones, like cabbage and stuff. My favorite vegetable dish had corn and some type of pea or bean in it. Our team favorite was Sweet and Sour Chicken and Pulled Pork with Peppers. The most unusual thing I tried was fried honey bee….yum. Honestly, it didn’t really taste, just a little bit of a crunch.

There is one dish there which is made up of a really big bowl of noodles and other ingredients…I ate my whole bowl! Hey you know what they say…”Go big, or go home!” 

Overall, the food was great, especially when you learned what you liked.

 It's Supper Time at "McWhite's"

The good news was that there would always be at least two or three things that you liked, and if by chance that failed…you always had rice! It was great though! I still have meat on my bones so you know I got good nutrients! Thank you, China! You fed us well 🙂


Oh and they drink tea with every meal there! It took some getting used to because I normally drink ice cold water, and warm tea is opposite of that; but once I got used to it, I didn’t mind it at all! When you’re having tea apart from a meal though, it’s usually really good!

And they had Mirinda in some places. (This is my FAVORITE soda, thanks to Uganda!) And there’s nothing like a good ol’ Chocolate Milk Tea in the afternoons.

My Season in China

This post is really an explanation of how I’m going to blog about the whole trip without cramming it into one post… Since I’m writing them all on the same day, I’m going to separate the information by category. So there will be a post about food, classes, surroundings, challenges, lessons learned, remaining thoughts, and ohhh what you have ALL been eagerly awaiting… one about my appendix. So I hope you enjoy reading and if you have any questions about my experience or anything you read, PLEASE ask 🙂 Oh and feel free to share anything I write with anyone. I am open book, just pick the chapter and dive in!