I Meditated My Way Through a Raging Kidney Infection in South Korea

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Imagine moving across the world. You get on a plane with a one-way ticket in hand; say goodbye to all your possessions back home, and bet on a new adventure in a foreign land.

Then two hours into your twelve-hour flight to South Korea, you develop a raging kidney infection. Welcome to my luck.

Four years ago I decided to forgo my American comforts and see what the world held for me. I read in a digital nomad’s article about the great money you could make from teaching English in Korea, and I was stoked to give it a try.

I actually knew little about Korea, save what I could manage to google and read on other people’s blogs. But the country seemed safe enough, and I really held no qualms on traveling alone.

So I went through the tedious process of obtaining a work visa for Korea.

Now, a bit of a back story to me obtaining a job, because it’ll come into play later in the story; you either go through the actual Korean government, or you work with a recruiter.

I managed to make the mistake of telling the Korean government, during my teacher interview, that I had seen a therapist in the past. That disqualified me straight away.