Where am I?

Just got back from this place.

Take a simple three seconds to guess where it is…. 3…. 2…. 1….

Now focus your eyes to the left on the person with the orange slippers. What your seeing are the pants of a patient, and this photo is one of the hospital.  This is the kind of hospital some lucky buggers get to work in, I say that with a grain of salt because I hated the general work atmosphere of the doctors here, but at least they don’t have to work in a place like this..

It’s so futuristic, the cranes over here work horizontally. (Legit photo – you can glimpse  Hayward Hall on the left which is where I lived during my first year).

Before I get side-tracked, let me continue on with the hospital. In case you feel bloated in the restaurants, there’s a park for you to take a jog in.

Fantastic.

Now for the part that looks like a hospital in this Korean hospital.

You need special permission to see the yellow people. I don’t mean that in a racist, you yellow Asian ching chong fucker! way. Literally yellow because of the poor liver function and failure to clear something called bilirubin (which happens to be yellow) from the body.

Now, my here’s a photo of my ex..

Hallway corridor which I walked a hundred times.

Plus for those waiting to see a photo of a liver donor’s scar, here it is – embossed upon a manly abdomen.

You even get a free pass at looking at my MRIs on the computer screen, and one of the liver transplant surgeons at the hospital. This will be the  only time you’ll see my abdomen, this pose is inappropriately wtf in every setting except the hospital where I got the scar from.