Funny, love those kind of stories! I have memories of being about 8 years old, sick as a dog with tonsillitis and we had just pulled into Kingston, St. Vincent from Grenada. My mom and I found a tiny little "pharmacy" who sold us penicillin in a baggie. Every time I took one I worried that something bad was going to happen.

I also remember being a young 20 something year old, in a Jamaican hospital after a motorcycle accident watching a cockroach crawl up the wall.