Then there was the apartment.
It had a minor mold problem when we moved in that quickly turned into a serious mold problem. Then, when they came out to fix it they just tore down the wallpaper and didn't do anything to clean it, so it came back just as badly. Took a lot of bugging to get it fixed, which might have caused some of the health problems I later had. The mold wasn't helped by the poor insulation. The front door and door to the porch were always coated in condensation and the apartment never got very warm. Also, the water in the wintertime never got above lukewarm, which made showering in an unheated bathroom miserable. Unlike in my first apartment, where the hot water heated up the bathroom in a matter of minutes.
|By the front door.|
|By the bathroom.|
|Behind the TV.|
Where I worked:
|My classroom for kindergarten.|
|My babies. I miss them.|
|It was freezing.|
|We decided not to brave the ice.|
|Looks a bit like the Gulf Coast doesn't it?|
|Yes, that is Savannah and myself sitting on golden poop.|
|Gambling horse racing thing.|
|Creepy tomato thing eating MY.|
|He was too hot and tired to smile....|
|Deserted Market Street|
|MY's cooked seafood.|
|Kimchi Fried Rice...in Japan?|
|Fresh made dumplings|
|Don't judge, everywhere else had an hour wait and we were starving.|
|Antiquated subway tickets. Japan, you're killing me.|
|Pork cutlet goodness at the airport.|
The entire visit cost about $130, the ambulance ride was free.
I spent the weekend laying in bed sick and with no energy while MY moved all of our stuff to the temporary apartment we stayed in for the month of October. He's really amazing.
About two weeks after my job ended I noticed that my hand was red and sore. Went to a clinic and had it x-rayed before being given an anti-inflamatory and told to come back in two days. When I came back my hand was worse and was now beginning to swell.
The doctor took one look at it and sent me to a nearby hospital.
Turned out I had cellulitis. And it was starting to appear in my foot also, which was definitely not good.
So I got put on two types of oral antibiotics and was told to come in for three days in a row to be given a shot of antibiotics also. Then I was told, in no uncertain terms, that I was to keep both my right foot and right hand elevated up over my heart for as much as possible. This made it impossible to leave our tiny temporary apartment for almost two weeks. I was also unable to play computer games and could barely do any of my masters' work, let alone write.
Needless to say, I watched a lot of movies and tv shows. Which got old very quickly since MY was at work all day, as were all of my friends.
I was set to fly out of Korea on October 28th and on the 27th I was well enough to go to a jjimjilbang with my friends Valerie and Stephanie, which was very nice.
I was exhausted and still recovering when I arrived back in Florida, but I was happily back with my family and ready to prepare for MY's visit at the end of November.