The long road to recovery...

Everything starts with a few small steps.
Whether it be literally, or figuratively speaking...
And so began my journey to a decent hospital and knowledgeable doctors...
It had been about 2 weeks in the planning, but my return to South Africa had begun.
I had been in contact with a local hospital in SA, and had arranged an appointment with specialists on the public health system for the 19th March.
It gave me just under 3 weeks to get myself back to SA.
I had sat in the DR for almost 5 months waiting for sum favourable news from insurance companies, and had gotten close to nowhere. This was not my driving force behind wanting to get out of the DR though.
It was my health.
For a long time i had been insistent on getting something out from my suffering, so that i could pay back some of the cash invested in me by friends and family.
But after all this time, my health was not getting any better, and i needed to get myself back on my feet. There was no way i could even think about paying back any of this money if i could not work. Health was my number 1 priority.
So...
I had contacted immigration in the DR, and they had told me that i was free to leave the country. There was no impediment to me leaving.
The hospital had confiscated my UK passport, but i had my SA passport on me still.
Never before did i think an SA passport could be useful outside of South Africa.
But i was being proved pleasantly mistaken...