Ouchy Stabby

Last week I had a bit of a health scare.

The short version of it is that I coughed one day and it hurt.  Really hurt.  Like, stabby pain in the area where my appendix likes to hang out.  When the pain didn't go away after a few days I took myself to the only English speaking doctor I know of in Gwangju (he's in the university backgate area - email me if you need the info) to see if I was going to die from a ruptured appendix needed to worry.  I ended up getting a sonogram of my entire torso and the happy news that my appendix was totally not trying to kill me.

As of now I still don't have an official diagnosis of the stabby pain.  But Ryan (being the sporty guy he is) had me do some stretches and we are both pretty sure that I just pulled a muscle.

 Fact:  When you are an expat in Korea you will drink.  You will drink like you have never drunk (drank?) before since university. 

Fact:  Drinking like you are still at university won't do much for your girlish figure.

Bonus fact:  You will also start calling college university because no one from outside the US will know what you are talking about if you don't.

I decided that I didn't like the direction my waist was going (out and over the top of my pants) so a couple of weeks ago I decided that I would join a bootcamp.  I'm pretty sure that the super intense ab workouts we did were the cause of my stabby pain.

The best part of all of this?  The doctor declared that my liver function is normal.  Which I wasn't worried about but is always reassuring to hear from a medical professional.  Especially when you live in Korea.

AND I now have a foot long print out of crappy sonogram pictures of my insides!  I'm thinking I might frame them - but I'm open to suggestions.

The best of times, the worst of burns.

I have two new things to report:

1. My legs are burnt. A lot. So much so, that I feel that I can now honestly say I know how an extra crispy drumstick at KFC feels.
2. Tim had some blood work done today and although it looks like he has an ulcer, there is no permanent damage done to any of his tiny dog parts as a result of eating almost a month's worth of Bing's arthritis medication.
   

I can has all of my bruthers pain killers?

I Heart Aloe

So far Florida has been wonderful. I think that it's treating me quite well.

Although it seems to be a little burny and a little itchy.

But that's what you get when you are as pale as the day is long and don't wear any sunscreen (although today I did, in an effort to make sure that my shoulders didn't fry off of my body). I was under strict instructions from Hilda and Armini to come back with some color. Maybe they should have been a little more specific about what color they wanted to me to come home with.

Sometimes I Wonder How I Survive In Life

I have run out of contacts, and in order for me to see stuff in detail more than 3 feet from my face (you know, like cars and pedestrians and other super lame stuff that you should probably be looking at while you're driving to or from work) I had to wear my glasses to work today.

So I was grabbing all my stuff and getting ready to leave and I pulled my sun glasses out of my bag and tried to put them onto my face. Where my glasses were already sitting. Because I had put them on not even 5 minutes ago. And I was confused for a second when the sunglasses didn't slide effortlessly onto my face like they normally do. And that's when I remembered ... I'm wearing glasses already.

Sigh.

I am beginning to think that sleeping for two days is not such a bad idea at this point (even though there is a tiny part of me that feels like this is something that sleep will not fix). And as the icing on the cake, I left my phone at home - which is not a huge deal unless Brad Pitt finally decides to dump Angie and totally wants me to come along as he rides a motorcycle to the tip of South America and I miss that call. Not that I would ride a motorcycle (they scare me) or go that far away from a shower. Plus I have watched one too many "Captured Abroad" episodes to think that doing that is a good idea. But I would totally answer the phone if he called me. Totally.

Why?

Why is it on the days when you are sooo tired or just plain not feeling well my hair always manages to look terrible? It's almost like it's picking up on the way the rest of my body is acting (slow and crampy) and is doing it's best at imitating it. Even though it's hair. I mean really.

I only 4.5 hours of sleep last night and I spent the evening packing. Then I got up early to unload the stuff from the interior of my car so that I could drive around without looking like a hobo and came to work. So ... I'm tired. My period (the first one I've had in 3 months WOOT) decided to kick it into fully gear today and I feel like someone is repeatedly shoving flaming hot pokers through my belly. So not only does my stomach hurt, my back does too. And they are terrible cramps. And I can feel them zapping the little remaining energy I have.

I think I have reached the point in my day when I just can't really work anymore. Which is ok because I have been a little workhorse lately and when I get here in the mornings I do as much as I can so that when this happens it will look like I was productive all day. Yes my friends, the time has come for me to sit and stare at my computer, run random Google searches and pretend that I am doing working when really I have retreated to the happy place in my mind in hopes that I can escape the pain in my belly.

I will see you the in happy place ...