It's 1:13 am and I'm sick.
This little bottle of honey cost me $5 at Lawson.
What I have here is quite possibly, the worst lemon in all of Japan. It's not even sour. What the hell is the use of a lemon if it isn't sour? It's basically nothing more than a really crappy orange.
When you combine these quality ingredients with a Lipton's tea bag and hot water, you get lemon tea with honey. Well, sort of.
Oh man, this stuff is really foul. Doesn't taste anything like the drink my mom used to make at home when I got sick. Maybe I shouldn't have used the big cup. Blech.
I've been living on these for the past few weeks. They are similar to Ricola coughdrops. "Similar" in that they don't work. My parents are sending me some Buckley's.
Hooray for this. It's a bottle of Chinese topical oil that my mother insisted I bring with me on my trip. The oil is comparable to Vick's VapoRub.
The smell of it is really strong, but I do feel better after rubbing a couple drops on my throat and chest. I'm not sure if it's actually doing anything for me or whether it's just the placebo effect. Either way, I like it.
You know, I was just thinking that this is one of the worst entries I have made to date. All it consists of is me holding stuff up to the camera.
Ok, to break the monotony, here is a photo has nothing to do with me being sick. I was walking around Shibuya the other day (Nov. 16th) with Sam and saw this restaurant.
I had seen it many times before, but never thought to take a picture of it. This time was a little different because I had just rented Drunken Master 2 (my favourite Jackie Chan movie) and he was on my mind.
It's Chinese food, or close to it. The dim sum dishes cost $5 each, so I think that I will be looking elsewhere to eat. Apparently, there is a large Chinese community in Yokohama somewhere. I will check it out ones of these days.
Ok, fast forward your clocks to 7:48 pm, same day. I didn't get to sleep until just after 4 am, which is murder when you have to be up at 8. I was seriously considering calling in sick again, but thought better of it.
I am fed up with not being able to breathe at night, and upon telling my students, they all recommended that I go to a doctor. The next thing they told me was to get a mask to sleep with.
I got off at Mizinocuchi (the place where I got my phone) after work today and stopped in at a pharmacy for these babies. I couldn't find anyone who spoke English, so I had to work the old charades routine again. Once we established that I wanted masks, I needed to know how long they last for.
Thank goodness my parents forced me to go to Chinese school all those years, as I had no real way to mime, "Are these disposable?" Instead, I wrote in Chinese, "One day, one mask?" The cashier said "Hai" which means yes. I think she was surprised that the little mute boy could write.
With hopes of a decent night's sleep, I walked out into the night.
So how do I look? I've always wanted to be a doctor. Actually, I've always wanted to be a lumberjack, leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The giant redwood, the larch, the fir, the might Scott's pine, the lusty flowering cherry, the plucky little aspen, with my best buddy by my side. We sing, sing, sing:
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK. I sleep all night and I work all day.
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch. I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shopping, and have buttered scones for tea.
I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK. I sleep all night and I work all day.
I cut down trees. I skip and jump. I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing and hang around in bars.