So turns out I have a cold. It’s pretty lame. Last night I went for supper and groceries with my boss and he gave me a few pointers on taking care of a cold. Here’s what he told me. I feel like a Western spy, divulging Eastern medicine secrets…
-Apparently eel soup is very good for your health when you have a cold. I had a bunch last night. I feel a bit better, but I think that’s because I slept pretty well, took some medication and bundled up before bed. I’m not ruling out that it the eel though.
-Cover your neck when you go to bed. I’m not sure why exactly, but he says that it’s good when when you have a cold to cover your neck with a scarf or something. I didn’t try that because I was slightly concerned I’d accidentally hang myself, somehow.
-Eastern medicine isn’t all it’s worth all the hype. When I told my boss I was sick and wanted medicine, I made sure to emphasize that I wanted something strong to make me better almost instantly. I even repeated the word strong a few times and added a little flexing motion, just so nothing would be lost in translation. When we went to the pharmacy, I expected him to say something in Korean, for the pharmacist to point at me and gesture something that I could die, my boss to gesture that I’m young and can take it, and then to be ushered into a backroom. I expected this backroom to be filled with all sorts of things that have smoke coming out of them, jars filled with weird roots and perhaps relics of a mystic time would adorn the walls. I also figured that there would be a little old lady, old as most of the relics, wearing strange ancient Korean clothes. She’s walk up to me, using a cane sculpted from the bone of a dragon and she’s look at me sideways before prodding me with her demonic cane. Finally, without a sound, she’d reach in a box made from goat skull and pull out a vile of smoking potion. She’d give my boss strict instructions and usher us out. On the way out, my boss would pay her with a form of currency that’s been out of use for as long as anyone could remember. Maybe starfish of something weird like that. As we’d leave the pharmacy, we’d still be able to hear the clicking of her cane, smell the musky aroma of her chamber and vaguely make out her mad chuckling. Turns out that’s way off. Apparently the strongest thing they’ve got here is Contac capsules and a hot ginseng drink. I’m pretty sure we’ve got both of those things in Canada. I was sorta disappointed.
I should be better tomorrow though. I’m taking it super easy tonight and crashing early.