And to give an update on the whole thing... The drugs they shot into my butt did some serious messing with my mind, including causing me to break down and cry over the most random thing. Also, I realized that almost every food served requires chopsticks, so I'm either going to go hungry for a while, learn to use my left hand, or carry a fork with me at all times. That or have to "show mommy how the piggies eat."
