Back Again

Hello, my lovelies. I'm back.

I haven't got much of a legitimate excuse for my absence from my blog. Writer's block, I suppose. Or maybe I was climbing mountains. Or maybe I was attempting to stand on sea legs on stormy oceans. Or maybe I was lying in bed with a nasty chest infection lovingly presented to me in part by the polluted airs of China. Or maybe, just maybe it was actually all of the above.

I've spent the past two and a half days in bed, not moving. The school started to get worried, I guess, and when they saw that I had completely lost my voice, I had a terrible cough and that I'd been unable to eat much, they immediately sent me to the hospital.

Apparently we woke the doctor up from her nap, she didn't seem terribly pleased to see us. I didn't care, I wasn't terribly pleased to see her, either.

This, apparently, is what's going to cure me:


I have no idea what any of it is, but I do know how much I have to take and how often. They all come with instructions, which are entirely in Chinese, but it's comforting to know that at least they know what's going on.


At the end of the day I will have consumed a total of 14 pills and 30ml of prescription drugs.


The little brown pills look - and probably taste - like rat poop (not that I've ever tasted rat poop. So really, this is a bad comparison.) and I realized after I swallowed them that maybe I was actually supposed to chew them? Check the instructions, stat!

The liquid stuff tastes so unbelievably horrid and putrid and nasty and repulsive and gag-worthy and grotesque and disgusting aaaaand just really really gross, it made me shudder so hard that I nearly fell out of my chair. No joke. A shot of gasoline might make it taste better.


Afterwards, I went out and bought my own medication: chocolate ice cream. Which I'll have to eat with chopsticks since I still don't have any spoons.

Anyway, my apologies for the MIA blogging and I look forward to updating you on my adventures of mountain climbing and sailing the stormy oceans.