After the exhilaration of the first two days of post-hospital wears off, I begin to feel the tiredness lurking beneath. After pushing too hard, maybe, today, I feel downright exhausted. The kind of “you’re sick and recovering exhausted” that could be a bad flu but in this case is rather more and less than that at the same time.
Stepping out from my apartment, while waiting for Andrew to run back up to get something he’d forgotten, I saw a cicada (right). It was making that mesmerizing loud “weee-wan-wan-waaaan” sound of Asian cicadas.
I stopped by work (KarmaPlus) this morning and straightened accounts with Curt some, and dropped in for 5 minutes with my HSTEPS class, to prove I was alive. I was pleased to be with my students, some of whom I’ve known more than 2 years now.
Then we went to the hospital for an outpatient wound-redressing and short consult. Total charge, after insurance: 200 won (18 cents?). Golly, let me see what I have in my pocket for that.
I learned that I had mis-learned the 10th floor resident doctor’s name, whom I’ve been calling Dr Suh in this here blog – it’s in fact Dr Seok. I learned it when I tried to give him a thank-you card. Oops. I will correct it in the record, but leave this mea culpa here. He is a very kind young man. And I feel like an “old man” that I have to say “kind young man” that way, rather than just “kind man.”
Then, ambitiously, Andrew and I took the bus to Bucheon to see my friend Peter. I thought, how tiring can that be, taking at bus to Bucheon? Once there, very hungry, we splurged on pizza. Which was great – it turned out to be one of the easiest things to eat given my current mouth complications, much as I suspected. The combination of long morning plus bus ride plus heavy lunch, however, left me exhausted. We lounged around Peter’s apartment for a few hours and ended up just coming home.
Now I’m going to take a nap.
Peter’s apartment building allows access to the roof, so despite the smogginess of the day, I took some pictures (below). The building has a rooftop garden.
Looking north (toward Ilsan, way out of view here).
Looking west.
Looking south(-ish … maybe more like southeast).
Looking east.
Looking at Andrew and Peter.
Looking at a charming rooftop tree.
