I'm sick.
I have been for the past week, but I thought I was getting better.
Last night I suffered through a headache, chills and a midnight barfing session.
enough is enough, and the next morning after I taught 2 very tired lessons, I found 2 students to be interpreters for me, and I headed to the clinic.
The clinic is just around the corner from the school, and the doctor inside of the check-up room was on an IV herself. She had a paper mask over her mouth and the needle of the IV was in her hand.
My student Helen translated my symptoms, and after I had my temperature taken, (thermometer in armpit) I was told I didn't have a fever, and that I probably had a cold.
They gave me 2 medicines to take: the first is sort of like a Tylenol cold medicine. I take 1 after each meal, and the last one after dinner makes me sleepy.
The medicine is a liquid, and there are 10 small bottles that come in a package. I drink 2 bottles after each meal. I poke the top of the bottle with a plastic opener provided, and drink it with a tiny straw. The medicine is black and bitter and I try to drink it with one long sip, and one long swallow. It has been so long since I had to take liquid medicine. It makes me appreciate the simplicity of pills. It makes me think about the horrors of liquid cough medicine when I was a child. I remember holding in the sweet, thick, bitter taste of it, and spitting it back out on myself or my parents.
Now, I take it like a champ, and last night I slept heavily and peacefully for 8 1/2 hours.
liquid medicine, thank you.
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