caught a cold
Or something like that. I'm not sure what it was, but the result is, I not only didn't go to school today, I also got myself excused from baito. Not my style and I still feel guilty about it, but on the other hand when I think of a disaster I could have caused in the restaurant in my current state, it appears much more logical that I'm not there. You see, most of our dishes are served on hot, cast iron plates that then go on big, wooden trays. Which makes them not only very heavy, but also dangerous if you don't handle them well. And today, I don't handle myself well enough to eat properly, handling the trays would be out of question.
Some hard to grasp time ago I managed to pull myself together and go to the nearby drug store, for a medicine Amigo's Master told me would help. They didn't have it, but nice Mr. Salesman took out another bottle and said:
"We run out of that one, but this here is practically the same, and it's for children. It's a sweet syrup, so it's easy to drink, is it alright with this type? As for dosage, is your child more than three years old?.."
I gave him a long look, trying to process his words. I did get a glance of myself in the mirror before I left home and I was sure I looked like a zombie. Additionally, my throat hurts so much I'm absolutely unable to speak normally and it is easy to hear that I'm struggling when I try.
I slowly raised a finger and pointed it at my nose.
"It's for me" I said slowly "and I don't mind what type it is, as long as it works."
He told me then to drink the whole bottle at one go and that's exactly what I did after getting home. The bottle was tiny (24 ml), but it's contents had knocked me out for more than an hour. When I finally woke up, I realized I could sit straight and hold a fork. Yey.
As a bonus, the is-it-an-earthquake-somewhere-far-away-or-is-it-me special effects are gone.
I have one more bottle of this syrup and I think I'll drink it in exactly the same way before going to sleep, hoping to wake up healthy tomorrow, because tomorrow, I have work to do. And it's not in the restaurant.
this is the street in Akasaka on which my company is. You can't see it, because it's not a pretty building, no twinkling lights or such. But I still like it there, after all it's a job that requires thinking.
Some hard to grasp time ago I managed to pull myself together and go to the nearby drug store, for a medicine Amigo's Master told me would help. They didn't have it, but nice Mr. Salesman took out another bottle and said:
"We run out of that one, but this here is practically the same, and it's for children. It's a sweet syrup, so it's easy to drink, is it alright with this type? As for dosage, is your child more than three years old?.."
I gave him a long look, trying to process his words. I did get a glance of myself in the mirror before I left home and I was sure I looked like a zombie. Additionally, my throat hurts so much I'm absolutely unable to speak normally and it is easy to hear that I'm struggling when I try.
I slowly raised a finger and pointed it at my nose.
"It's for me" I said slowly "and I don't mind what type it is, as long as it works."
He told me then to drink the whole bottle at one go and that's exactly what I did after getting home. The bottle was tiny (24 ml), but it's contents had knocked me out for more than an hour. When I finally woke up, I realized I could sit straight and hold a fork. Yey.
As a bonus, the is-it-an-earthquake-somewhere-far-away-or-is-it-me special effects are gone.
I have one more bottle of this syrup and I think I'll drink it in exactly the same way before going to sleep, hoping to wake up healthy tomorrow, because tomorrow, I have work to do. And it's not in the restaurant.
this is the street in Akasaka on which my company is. You can't see it, because it's not a pretty building, no twinkling lights or such. But I still like it there, after all it's a job that requires thinking.