Madame Cleo is full of shit...right?

First off a continuation to the last post. The very day after I talked about how you get so much attention here, I had no less than three people approach me trying to be my friend. One of these relationships may actually be quite useful, as the man runs a restaurant and has sworn to feed me for free so long as I speak english with him while I eat. Not a bad deal at all. Last weekend we watched baseball on TV and i took the opportunity to teach him the names of the bases. Its a friendship I might get used to. He has also asked if I want to be his friend and go see a baseball game with him in Taiwan. We'll see about that one.

Anyway one of my favorite people here Tammy has a roommate. One friday night we were hanging out and drinking some wine when I discovered that her roommate is into terrot cards. Smelling the bullshit and an opportunity to ammuse myself I asked her if she would kindly read my fortunes. I had her look at the time I would be spending in Taiwan month by month.
Nothing too intense, this is my FUTURE im messing around with.

Overall the cards looked good, but for the month of April she warned me of "great anxiety and worries that were out of my control" I didnt think twice about any of it, but April sure made a fool of me. It was a Saturday. I had to work at 10 O clock until noon. Usually I need a good 25 minutes to get to work by scooter. I WOKE UP (not left my house but woke up) 20 minutes before I had to be there. I simply accepted the fact that I would be late, and stuffed everything i could into my pockets including two pieces of bread to eat at red lights. I managed to get to work one minute early and was all excited to write a short post about it. I even had a name. It would be called "The miracle on concrete." Unfortuneately, my good spririts were extinguished when i realized I had lost my Ipod. It wasnt in my house nor at my work. The conclusion that I have reached is that it must have fallen out of the pockets of the new pants I had purchased earlier that week while I was eating my breakfast (the two pieces of bread) at a red light.

Before i had a chance to get upset about my Ipod my stomach started to hurt. I cursed my new friend, the beef noodle man, whose restaurant I had eaten at for free earlier that day in exchange for english conversation. The pain worsened and worsened throughout the night. It got so bad that i couldnt sleep and went to the hospital the next day fearing an appendicitus. I got blood tests urine tests and x rays done within 30 minutes. After waiting maybe another hour and a half tops, the doctors came to see me. Thankfully i did not have an appendicitus. They did however say that the x-rays showed a heavy inflamation of the intestines. The supposed culprit? Gas. They gave me some pills and I went home although I didnt feel much better. I had no appetite and anything I tried to eat would be thrown up 2 hours later. I was so uncomfortable, that I couldnt sit still nor lie down. The only place that was somewhat ok was lying down in the shower. I think I took 5 showers that night.

On a side note, the hospitals here are extremely quick and efficient. I was being x rayed and having blood taken within a half hour of arrival, and was in the hospital no longer than 2 and a half total hours.

As I took the pills my stomach got better but when they ran out the pain came back. I went to see a doctor. His medical exam consisted of him pressing down on different parts of my stomach. He finally found one that made me yell out in pain. His prognoses: "It seems to be some kind of stomach infection." No tests or anything. He claimed that stomach infections are complicated and poorly understood. He gave me some pills including an antibacterial one and they seemed to be working. Unfortuneately I felt bad enough to cancel the surfing plans I had for the special 4 day weekend of tomb sweeping. I took the time off, laid low, and now actually feel better enough to eat. I just finished the medicine so hopefully this wierd stomach ailment will not return.

Things have gotten slightly better since then as the sopranos is back, I may have a new private student, and I am substitute teaching at many differet schools in the morning and afternoon to make extra tax-free money, and hopefully land a job at a better school. I also am getting better at teaching and have tamed my biggest asshole class of 13 year olds. They are actually becoming my favorites as they take every chance to chirp at each other. For example the studnets may be given four pictures and told to write a story about them. To my amusement the smartest kids make fun of each other and the content usually involves other kids being poor. smelling like garbage, their houses burning down, and love triangles between the kids in the class. They are great.

Well thankfully the anxieties and worries of April seem to be over (knock on wood). I cant wait untill May, the month in which the cards have promised me LUST!