So I'm sick again. Seems this time, according to helpful Dr. Kim, I have a small intestinal infection. Maybe from too much spicy food?
I puked at work, and was rushed across the street to the clinic for another series of proddings, pills and a shot in the arse as the ornate icing rose on top.
So I'm not the happiest of campers today. Last night was a bed to bathroom and back affair. It's hard to keep any food down, and the whole affair has me much more skeptical about eating at restaurants.
I doubt Montezuma's sphere of influence extends this far— so let's call it Emperor Wang Kon's Revenge.
A Canadian writer teaches English and finds out what it's like to be a foreigner.