Today we’re going to determine if my little man is still allergic to cashews and their tree nut cousins.

This care he’s receiving is free. All public medicine care for children is free. That’s great. But walking through this communist era built hospital, with it’s poorly lit halls, walls in need of a coat of paint, and employees wearing hospital issue long blue coats inside, yes inside, I can not but miss my hometown hospital.

I am a supporter of socialized medicine. But am I a horrible person for being grateful that I can afford the private healthcare option? I know the answer to that. But still I’m grateful, because in a poor country this public option can be a saving grace, but a depressing one nonetheless.