…than I did this morning.

In order to make my doctor appointment in Hannam-dong I had to catch the subway at 7:30 a.m.  Wow.  Other than clowns in a VW or college kids in a phone booth, I had no conception that so many people could be squeezed into such a restricted space.  I literally could not move and wondered how much longer I’d be able to draw breath, but at each station stop a few more folks defied physics and somehow managed to squeeze aboard.  And then someone starting touching my junk (although I’m pretty sure it was Jee Yeun and not the crazy guy behind me who kept mumbling unintelligibly the whole ride).

Mercifully, at Dongdaemun History and Culture Park station (which is a transfer point for two lines), a tremendous surge of people flowed off the train, like a wave of pus escaping from an overripe zit.  Of course, I was standing near the front of this wave and was battered and jostled but I managed to both keep my feet under me and to avoid being forcibly ejected from the train, so I rate that a success.

Oh, the doctor says my liver is still fat and that I need to exercise.  He said my throat problem is just post nasal drip and he prescribed an antihistamine.   Actually, he prescribed some other stuff for cholesterol and some blue pill that is supposed to do what I don’t know.  But he prescribed 8 months worth of each which ran me 700 bucks at the pharmacy.  I guess I could have just had the heart attack there and then and saved the cash, but what’s the fun in that?

I haven’t been this medicated since the 1970s.  But I’m sure these pills won’t be as much fun.