So I've been sick for most of this last week, with an awesome combo of ear, nose and throat issues. It marked my first trip to a Korean clinic, which wasn't altogether unusual, except for the medication they give you.
I had been told by Shane to expect a myriad of packaged pills to be prescribed, for only the equivalent of 3 or 4 bucks. He wasn't kidding. For my ear infection they gave me what I can best describe as a brace of pills. 5 little multi-coloured tablets in a clear, square package, which was attached to an identical package and continued on in a long string for two weeks worth. I could have strung the pills across both shoulders and looked like some bandito from a spaghetti western. The only reason I didn't stroll into the school, all done up like Pancho Villa, is that I was worried what Joey might have done at the sight of all those delicious packages.
More to come, when I'm feeling like a human being again.
A Canadian writer teaches English and finds out what it's like to be a foreigner.