Denial is getting me nowhere; it's time to just admit it: I am sick. I have no idea what I have, but it is decidedly unpleasant. I went to a pharmacy yesterday and got some good drugs from the English-speaking pharmacist, so my throat isn't hurting as much now. I am pretty sure I have a decent fever going, my body feels like two ogres played ping pong with it, and my sinuses are trying to set the world record for snot production.
I had the morning off, which was wonderful. I listened to music, did the dishes, and loafed around. All I have to do now is survive eight classes, all of which are expecting fun games today. Ugh. I really hope I can convince the kids to play hopscotch - it's the easiest game. Then I'm supposed to go out with friends tonight for dak galbi, which I refuse to miss. The cheesy rice alone would be enough to make me crawl from my deathbed. Saturday is the Cherry Blossom Marathon, which I was planning to go watch, and the going away party for my friend Clare. If I can just survive all the fun, I can collapse on Sunday (I hope).
I may have to stop by the store today and invest in one of the masks Koreans wear everywhere when they're sick - at least it would help me not spread my illness. I'm just glad that I didn't get this "whatever-it-is" on Monday - my week would have been miserable to get through.
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