Korean Style or How I swallowed poop
I'm sick. And not the perverted kind of sick that turns everything into a euphemism about sex. It's been two weeks and I still feel like I'm going to vomit every time I put something in my mouth. I get dizzy on cue at 10 am and it lasts until just after one o'clock. Every time I eat, I feel it starting to creep back up my esophagus, threatening to cover everyone around me in stomach bile. I stopped eating, but that only made me faint and feel like I was in some sort of slow motion movie. I'm not pregnant (although I'm sure some of you reading this would like to argue that maybe I am, I can assure you...I am not) The trouble with curing this pesky little problem is that I have no idea where it came from or how I got it. It started after white water rafting. Well, maybe "rafting" is the wrong word. It was more of a cross land adventure. For one of the two three-day weekends in May, the director of my hogwan and my supervisor, organized an overnight rafti...