The never-ending something
I went out for a low-key evening with friends last night. We met up in 강남 (Kang-nam), which apparently is quite a fashionable area of Seoul. I liked the stores, and even gave myself a make-over while waiting for friends. Who knew make-up could be so much fun? Ultimate nachos and Fajitas were followed by ice cream and a round of drinks, in a bar where the regulations regarding fire tricks must be either non-existent, or not enforced. Fun to watch, though.
The evening ended early (around 11), mostly because we were all rather tired and the subways stop running early on the weekends. I caught one of the last trains of the night, and had the rather unpleasant experience of understanding how a sardine must feel like. The platforms were packed with people, and as the trains arrived, a tidal wave of bodies would converge on the doors and push you in, where you stood practically cheek to cheek with drunkards and people coughing on you. Morning rush hour on Line 2 (the inner green line) has nothing on Saturday night trains out of Kang-nam.
And so, circuitously, I arrive at my point. I woke up this morning with my body sore and hot, my head pounding, my throat burning, and mucus trying to push its way out of my stuffed up nose. After weeks of having a pesky little cough, I have finally succumbed to the full-fledged cold. I feel on the verge of awful. (I say on the verge because I'm not quite there yet, even as I see it coming.) The timing could not be worse, with my birthday and mid-terms beginning tomorrow.
All this, after two weeks of taking medicine for a sore throat and cough, eating lots of Vitamin C, and trying to keep my body fairly well-rested. I initially thought I might have caught a cold back then, but was blissfully free of the aching body, stuffed up head, and generally feeling like crap symptoms that plagued some of my classmates. The cough was annoying, but occurring less and less frequently and with less intensity. Truth be told, I largely attributed it to a non-smoker's adjustment to the ungodly pollution here, which is so bad that sometimes you can't see the 63-building (one of the tallest in the city) from less than a mile away.
So the drawn-out battle has been fought, and lost. I'm going back to bed.
The evening ended early (around 11), mostly because we were all rather tired and the subways stop running early on the weekends. I caught one of the last trains of the night, and had the rather unpleasant experience of understanding how a sardine must feel like. The platforms were packed with people, and as the trains arrived, a tidal wave of bodies would converge on the doors and push you in, where you stood practically cheek to cheek with drunkards and people coughing on you. Morning rush hour on Line 2 (the inner green line) has nothing on Saturday night trains out of Kang-nam.
And so, circuitously, I arrive at my point. I woke up this morning with my body sore and hot, my head pounding, my throat burning, and mucus trying to push its way out of my stuffed up nose. After weeks of having a pesky little cough, I have finally succumbed to the full-fledged cold. I feel on the verge of awful. (I say on the verge because I'm not quite there yet, even as I see it coming.) The timing could not be worse, with my birthday and mid-terms beginning tomorrow.
All this, after two weeks of taking medicine for a sore throat and cough, eating lots of Vitamin C, and trying to keep my body fairly well-rested. I initially thought I might have caught a cold back then, but was blissfully free of the aching body, stuffed up head, and generally feeling like crap symptoms that plagued some of my classmates. The cough was annoying, but occurring less and less frequently and with less intensity. Truth be told, I largely attributed it to a non-smoker's adjustment to the ungodly pollution here, which is so bad that sometimes you can't see the 63-building (one of the tallest in the city) from less than a mile away.
So the drawn-out battle has been fought, and lost. I'm going back to bed.