Night and Day, Day and Night

I awoke this morning feeling absolutely identical to yesterday morning. In a word, miserable. I rolled out of bed, used my stolen wifi to e-mail my boss to tell him that I couldn't come in again today. I go back to sleep only to have a knock on the door. It was one of our Academic Coordinators, Lina. Lina is a Canadian-born Korean, and a former nurse back in Canada. She told me that she had heard about my condition and asked if I would be up for going to the doctor. She assured me this doctor spoke a decent amount of English. I told her I needed to take Sydney out, but I would be ready to go in a few minutes. On the way out of the building the doorman bitched at me about my dog, again. I was tempted to invite him to the doctor so he could have a stickuptheassectomy performed.

We jumped in the cab with two other teachers from my school, and upon arrival walked across the street to the clinic. Lina stayed with me and helped me fill out forms, and talk to the doctor when his English was not proficient. Unlike the last time, the doctor (GASP!) actually looked at my throat and immediately made the assessment, "Tonsillitis." When I looked up the ailment on wikipedia later, I discovered that it could be caused by a variety of viruses and bacteria, though the most common bacteria was strep. They gave me an extra large injection of antibiotics, straight in the tuckus. A nurse took me into another room, had me lay down, pull down my shorts, spanked me a few times, and then...nothing. I literally felt nothing. Incredible. Granted, a little while later it was a bit sore, but hey.

They asked me to come back for the next three days for more injections and gave me antibiotics to take home. Even without my medical insurance card, the whole thing cost less than $25. The symptoms have begun to waiver, going from just as painful as before to tolerable. I felt great as I walked out of the doctor's office initially. I had an answer and a course of treatment. They were kind, and I had an interpreter. Finally, I didn't have a sadistic nurse who insisted on redoing my IV after three hours, despite my pleas against it. Hopefully I'll be able to work tomorrow.