The pain, of anticipation

IMG_20180125_115228 (The pain of anticipation)

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Shit, what’s that doing there!

 

Not someone to do things by halves. It had snowed heavily that day, and what turned out to be a massive stroke of bad luck, I fell. The fates it seems have a perverse sense of humour and so, added a twist to the fall; my foot managed to get purchase on the ice the moment I started my plunge into absolute hellish-ness. My leg broke with an audible crack! Without the help of some passing lads, I might have never gotten help. One of them dully called 119 ( what’s the emergency number in your country?) and I waited. In the mean while, I had called Jiang and she slowly made her way to the local superette. One day at the hospital, and one the second day, pins were inserted into two points of my leg. Two breaks, one at the level of the ankle, another on the opposite bone. Nothing by halves? More like quarters. Ouch.

So much time, literally on my arse. Nothing but my tablet to keep insanity from broaching the beaches of my mind. Thus far I’ve read some of the PDF’s from the course I was doing, played Angry birds and a knock-off of Metal slug. In the meantime, I wait.

Bum and tit, asses and elbows

Pictures can quite often transgress the language barriers. Looking at the bus-stop advertisement, the picture was quite literal, with their wares quite literally out for show.

National health insurance should be proud of themselves for being an absolutely transparent operation with their services. According to my wife, the advertisement says that you should periodically check for cancer (see picture). The ad does this, rather graphically.

Cough and wheeze, advisory never heeded

Koreans just do not get public notices. Walking up subway stairs, and now ‘cover your cough’. This was seen in Hallym hospital in Pyeongcheon, in the chest clinic area.

Surrounded by old people on all sides, a chorus of coughs rang out like no tomorrow as I sat in the waiting lounge at the clinic. Self-absorbed b*stards. Hospitals bring out the worst in Korean society. Sick people, need caring, not only from the medicos but from their fellow patients. An elderly woman stood reading off the symbols and letters on the eye chart across the room, while people wandered to and fro in front of her. Have some respect is what I muttered, not under my breath. I was disgusted by the behaviour of supposedly mature adults. It was a sad day.

But Koreans will stand up for themselves, even if it’s against their own good. Jiang and I had gone to Yeouido park, next to the Han river. There was some sort of protest rally on, replet with the police in attendance. This was a protest against the raising of student fees that they pay per semester. This is sizable, and in up to 3-4 million won per half year. Ouch. But I say that is what parents are for. There in goes the (long) caption to go with the picture. I can rightly say that all of the attendees at the protest rally, ignored the senior policeman waving the people to stop for the lights. It was the guy behind him urging the rest of the folk on. In every Korean lies a revolutionary.

I get blood drawn, the bum needs a ciggie


I went to hospital recently and the phlebotomist (blood person) had great difficulty in drawing blood from my vein. I hate needles and this one was stuck in me for at least 2 minutes. The staff were very helpful, leading me this way and that. Normally my listening to Korean is pretty good, but today it seemed the battery on my universal translator was flat.

They even had a bum waiting outside radiology just to round things out. (Actually, he wasn’t a bum, he was just badly dressed). He was very uncultured, rude (for a Korean) and kept on asking me if I had a lighter. I didn’t, so I just kept on ignoring him.