Hello! I am alive, and about 97.4% well. I think Wednesday through Friday evening proved to me that I'm neither indestructible, nor capable of sanely spending more than 12 hours in my apartment with spotty internet and a highly irritating cough. (Don't ask how I spent my time...I'm not proud of my actions- ok ok I watched cheesy sci-fi films for hours on end!!! It made me feel better!)
However, as you can see I survived, somehow...and now I'm back to my usual mostly chipper self. I've found great solace and comfort that I haven't gone blind, been struck partially deaf, or lost part of my fingers and toes to some flesh eating disease, and only had a bad cold with a little fake alcohol poisoning. Before you get all ramped up and start the alcohol lecture, you should know I only had one drink and that one drink was enough to knock me on my butt (or more acurately my knees and I had a couple chats with our poor toilet) We are still friends, but its weird making eye contact now...
So here's the lecture I was born to give. It doesn't matter how much you think you know a place, or that you think the fine establishment, such as JD's is legit...they just might put some nasty things in your drink. They might even make it look pretty, layering it red and blue with sugar and even a slice of orange peel aflame next to a plastic palm tree drink stirrer...but don't be fooled by it's innocuous appearance. It just might have rubbing alcohol, or if you're lucky mouth wash instead. The labels you can't read are the ones you shouldn't chose to drink, and if the bartender has a "special" drink, go ahead and thank him, take the drink and when you get near the closest bin toss that sucker away. From now on I'm sticking to an oldie but goodie: Beer. Good, uncomplicated, un-tampered with beer. The kind where a metal lid has to be pried off before anything can be consumed (or added). I've learned my painful and sickening lesson: JSNMD: Just Say No to Mixed Drinks.
Thank you.
After my liver grumbled and complained about the substance I so rudely bequeathed upon it, it finally got it out of my system. Next step: getting my chest to quick whining about being too dry, or overly moisturized. Have I mentioned the fact how much I detest the word "moist"? Its a debilatating word, and it creates images of all things creepy crawly, in a not scary, but clammy fashion and reminds me of hot days when A/C makes your sweat cold on your skin.
Back to to my chest. Which, incidentally is in front, but that's not important. I had this cough that created a level of insanity I've never experience before. Its like when you have that tic in your eye, but it only happens when you think about it, or when your foot itches but your shoes are laced on too tightly to quickly shed and scratch it like you've been paid to. This cough starts as a little tickle in my throat, just to the side where I couldn't scratch it if I wanted to. Then the reaction of my lungs saying, "Oh hey, if you're gonna be annoying, I want in!" Then my abs pipe up and add, "Yeah anything you can do to tone it down here would be great, so cough away!" Thereby cuing my eyes to water a bit in joy of the synchronicity of my body's activities all in one fluid (heh) motion. This cough, I'll call it Bernie would find the most inopportune moments to awaken me, caused great splutters mid conversation, and generally create misery whenever he could. At night time, when the nicer parts of my body would enjoy a quiet rest but Bernie and the gang are still jammin well into the wee hours of the morning, the very impulsive and implosive part of my brain switches on and I go on a rampage until Nyquil is coursing through my system, shutting down the party and enforcing curfews. Thank goodness for cough suppressants because this girl would be as crazy as a blue monkey with schizophrenia and three eyes, who's cousin is a table leg.
I'm pretty sure I feel better anyway.
Last week at iCafe. Two months down!! AHHH
Here I am...living in China, being like a natural at finding stuff, eating like a native, being all adventurous--ok that's not true. We spend copious amounts of time at our apartment, and I'll tell you why. Scheduling is a doozy to organize, and most days only one of us have the time to go out and see things. My coworkers only work, and rarely go outside and I just don't feel comfortable going out to bigger places on my own. This is my hope for the next couple weeks: when I get to my new rotation, the people from iCafe will have days off with me, or shift times that positively link up to mine and they can take me around Dalian. If not, then maybe I'll have to force myself to find new friends...eek!
Here's another thing I've realized...I watch tv to escape from reality, and I believe that's a reason it started. Yet, people enjoy watching "reality" tv. This is completely unthinkable to me! Why watch real life?? It's not somewhere I want to escape to. I'd rather fly out in space with a cute Time Lord, or help colonize a planet thousands of light years away than watch a girl from my high school get pregnant and complain how people stare at her. But I also enjoy drinking warm water, and occasionally wearing a wig and cowboy hat while I clean my room...to each their own I guess.
Also, the water bit thing is true...China has...changed me...*sobs* I never thought I'd give in to that practice but it is better than drinking cold water, it is I say!!
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