Going to the Hospital

This was probably written in October of 2012. Excuse the crankiness of the entry, I'm a grump, especially when I'm sick.

Well, I've felt lousy that past couple days. I felt awful on Tuesday and slept from 6:30 pm to 7 am and still feel like crap. I went to the school nurse, took some meds and had enough energy to get through the day. But I only made it through the day. Once dinner rolled around I could feel aches in my joints and shivering under all my blankets. I slept another 10 hours and still felt awful. When I went to the nurse's office this morning and told her I'd go to the drugstore tonight she recommended going to the hospital instead.

--

So here I am at the hospital writing my blog by hand. Since I've started writing in my cot for the next 1-2 hours I've seen the infamous butt injection then said patient getting the butt shot neglected to pull up or fasten his pants, got up then walked away.  His wife was picking her nose and proceeding to flick her boogers. Oh Korea. I'm currently on an IV just to see if vitamins will spruce me back up. I'd be disappointed if this was the case considering a butt-shot is one of many Asian traveler's rites of passage.

--

Man, I wish I brought a book or an iPod. Now there's an apple-cheeked baby moving an IV roller around the room. It's really cute.

The guy across from me is have bile drained out of him. Awesome. Luckily there isn't food for miles. My fever has dropped and I'm starting to sweat because I'm wearing fleece pants over long johns because I'm a genius like that  I wasn't sure if hospitals would be heated. 

Back to why I am here: weather trickery. The sun's been pretty flaky this week. Winds have picked up enormously. Nights are just as cold as the days never breaking 12. As a result, the school is an icebox. 

--

I don't think I have personally had a horrible hospital experience but long ago in TBay I went in with what turned out to be mono. In the same semi-private room (this hospital has 10 beds in a row btw) was a little aboriginal boy in need of an enema. Because the curtains were up, my imagination spun out of control. Hearing a four year-old cry is one of the worst sounds in the world. I just heard the most painful sounding nos and "Mommy" I will ever hear. 

-- 

While I wait for my second IV to tap out I'll describe the Korean women: they look the exact same at 25 as they do at 50 apart from how they dress. Afterwards there's a huge fall off that makes me feel like marrying a Korean will be horrible post-60 (ten years of decomposition). The appendix guy is gone and now there's a short hunchback ajuma in his place. If she wasn't talking, I would have thought she was dead already. You could pull her hair, or what's left of it, out with a soft pat on the head. Her teeth were capped or missing. It reminds me of the old aboriginal woman I saw on the bus who looked like her face melting. It was just saggy and wrinkly though.

--

I honestly thought this would be a quicker process, then again, this place doesn't have a clock, so I guess I'm on standard IV time. 

My throat is still a little sore, but my aches and pains are gone and my temp is normal. I guess I'll have to visit again for the butt-shot. One thought I had is the darling female nurse giving em the injection would order in a person to shave it first. If they do a good job it could be the best two birds with one stone ever. 

Now the ajuma's slicking her hair back lie an 80's Wall Street guy.