I have been branching out on my own, going grocery shopping is no longer scary! I even travel to other cities where they have larger stores that have some of my favorites like cheese and tortillas. YAY! My friends have been showing me places in Seoul to visit where there is much shopping to be had. I don't know if it is a good or bad thing that the women's shoe sizes here are too small for me. Another odd thing, when clothes shopping, people are not allowed to try clothing on in the store....
Autumn is here, thankfully! It seems that in one night the temps have dropped at least 10 degrees and I am once again able to enjoy walking to work and sleeping. I even broke out the jeans again. My students are getting ready for their mid term exams next week, which means I have plenty of time with no classes again.
Yesterday as I was walking downtown from school I had a great fall... rather I decided that the ground needed to be taught a lesson but I lost. If you remember I fell a few months ago too, same thing happened except this time it was in the middle of an intersection with at least 100 of my students watching... yeah a slight bit of embarrassment!
Flash forward to this morning and my friends convinced me that I needed to go to the hospital to have my ankle looked at. Annie called a taxi to come get me and take me to the hospital, there are not general doctor offices here so everyone just goes to the hospital. Walking into the hospital I felt a huge wave of panic flow through me. Dozens of people waiting in lines, signs in Korean that I had no idea how to read, and no one speaking English. I fought back tears as I called Annie for direction on how to proceed.
Taking a number and waiting in line, I was finally called and able to communicate enough that I had fallen and had a "sick" ankle, give out my primary information and was then directed to where I would need to go wait for another 2 1/2 hours to see a Dr. My turn finally came up and again we stumbled through what was wrong, it took about 5 minutes for him to send me to x-ray. I only have a severe sprain, nothing is broken. I just have a half cast and crutches and have been told to keep it on for 2-3 weeks. Spending 5 hours in the hospital in a foreign country where you have no one to rely on is fairly stressful. I can chalk this up to one more experience to make me stronger! :)
I was also given a shot and some meds that the awesome taxi driver was wonderful enough to go get for me and take me all the way to my house. I am not sure what concerns me more, the fact that I was given these pills and shot with no explanation of what they are or what they do and if there are any side affects or that I don't' really care and am just taking them... The things we do when given the choice of pain or comfort!
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| This is how I was feeling 2.5 hours at the hospital |
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| The end result |
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