Korea, Why Do You Hate Me?

In true style, I have managed to botch one of my last weekends here, and possibly my last weekend here as well. Last night, against my original judgment to go home after work, chill out and go to bed early, I decided to head over to Jeff's to meet up with some of the gang and chill there for the night. Boy did that come back to bite me in the ass. All was well and fun until I decided to call it semi early and leave around 1:00, had to be up at 7 and didn't want to be too tired.

Downstairs it took me longer than normal to hail a cab and I was getting kind of annoyed with finally one pulled up. Not paying attention, and wearing flip flops, I step off the curb and my ankle (the same one that I previously rolled countless amounts of times already in Korea) wen his window and stares at me. I finally managed to open the door and fling myself in to the backseat, bant over and I fell like a sack of bricks. What ensued was unbearable pain and sock symptoms, I'm taking shaking and near vomiting, the whole 9 yards. As I sit there rolling around on the road, the cabbie merely rolls dowwling all the while. I try to calm down enough to tell him where to go but of course this is the one driver that has never heard of my building. Now I'm in pain, trying not to throw up and pissed. I fling my registration card at him and he looks at it like he has no idea what it is or says (my address is clearly written on it). I am basically yelling my area and apartment at him until he finally reads it on the card and goes "aaahhhh. Ne, samdu". Thats what I said asshole.

The entire way home the pain increases at a rapid rate. We pull up to my building and I manage to hobble to the steps only to realize that I have no idea how I will get up them. I sit there crying for a good five minutes before I shuffle up on my bum and head for the elevator.

Once in my apartment I head straight for the medicine cabinet only to realize I have no advil left, so i grab a pack of ice, prop my foot up and cry... all the while still trying not to throw up. Around about 330 the tears have subsided but I have to pee, so I get up and the pain is back up to an 11 out of 10 again. Finally at about 5 I fall asleep for a few hours.

I have spent all day in my apartment icing and elevating my foot. Does it seem to be getting at all better? No. I tried to call my boss to see if he could at least tell me where a clinic is but go figure, the one time he doesn't answer his phone is today. I know that at the very least I need crutches, and I'm not entirely sure that it isn't fractured or broken. The only thing that I know is that it hurts more than any other time I have rolled my ankle in my life, and believe me, I've rolled it a lot.

So yes, my day trip of walking around at the folk village obviously didn't happen. Tomorrow I was supposed to go to Seoul to get my hair done, which, unless some miracle happens while I'm sleeping will also go out the window. Next weekend I am supposed to go to this huge DJ concert outside for Brittany's birthday, and have already spent 66,000won on ticket... but now I'm not sure that I'm gonna be able to go. By then I might be able to stand on it for an hour or so but for an entire night, I'm not so sure.

So there it is. Don't be expecting any blogs about my fantastic final few adventures in Korea.....