Well, I seem to be still alive.

Okay, we are now on day 14 of this dreaded virus. May I just say

BLOODY AY!

I can't seem to kick this thing. After the horrible plane ride, I spent a couple of days resting and doing all the things I would normally do to eradicate the virus (water, rest, echinacea, tiger balm, vitamin C, zinc and hot steamy showers). This didn't help. I then moved on (in desperation after 7 days) to over the counter cold and cough medicines for 3 days. No joy. I went to a doctor who said I didn't have an infection and to just let it run its course. I rested for a day from any medications and just stayed in bed. Saturday, George's parents looked on me with great pity and started pouring Chinese herbal medicines down my throat. This is my third day and I think they are just starting to work. I've been in bed without moving much since Friday evening.

Have I mentioned that I hate this being sick thing? It is putting a damper on my existence. I haven't been myself since I arrived. This country has no idea who I really am. I have been grumpy, irritable, depressed, moody and I just want to be left alone. Not good for first impressions. I also sound much like a frog would if it suddenly sprouted vocal cords. I haven't had a sense of smell in two weeks. I really miss my nose. *sigh*

This is not the best way to begin life in a new country.

May I please start over?

[ALT + CTRL + DEL]

ARGHHH! It didn't work! Blast it! *stomp stomp stomp*

*pout* No fair. *bottom lip jutting way out, sniffle*