i began my new years eve not by sleeping late and getting ready to party. i began my new years eve by awaking at 2 am with a miserable stomachache. i probably threw up about ten times in a matter of three or four hours. i think i ate bad kimbap yesterday. i eat kimbap nearly everyday; how is it that the night before new years eve, i manage to eat the skanky one that makes me illy?
i got out of bed around 8, tired of tossing and turning, trying to find a comfortable position for my stomach in order to not feel like i was going to ralph at any moment. i brought a pillow and blanket and camped out on my couch, mac on lap. i talked to a couple people very close to my heart. they made me feel better, made me smile, even though my stomach was constantly wrenching with pain and nauseau. i texted some friends i had invited for a new years party chez moi, canceling plans. my texts were replied to with caring words, offering to take me to the hospital if i needed help. one of my students, who i call my 'fake boyfriend,' brought me medicine on his way to hansungdae. his dad is a pharmacist, so i got hooked up with asian and western medicine.
koreans are so kind. when i had my finger problems, i texted an old student, asking where to go. he did not tell me a place, but offered to take me there after class. in america, we would just give information. we might offer to take the person, but it would be difficult, as we would put work before helping someone who really needs it. i hate that i am sick and cannot have these wonderful people to my house to celebrate a brand new year.
i really like koreans. they are friendly and kind. perhaps i will stay here longer than planned.
but then again, the best laid plans of mice and men (and pussycats) often go awry. i certainly could not have told you twelve hours ago that i would be sicker than a dog, laid up on the couch, trying not to puke my guts out.
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