Welcome to the 3.5 month mark.

Of what? You might be asking yourself.

Well... of my COUGH of course!

That's right. I've been coughing like veteran smoker for the past 3.5 months. Everyone's advice has been "Get thyself to a doctor! AND FAST."

Well, you know, I wouldn't have a problem with getting myself to a doctor if there was one around that I was comfortable with. As of now there's only ONE doctor's office anywhere near me that has a doctor that speaks English. Hold on... I take that back....there's an ENT doctor who can speak English well, but coughing isn't exactly in his field of expertise I wouldn't guess.

Anyway. I went to the doctor a few weeks back and was prescribed a ridiculous amount of medication for what was diagnosed as "Bronchitis". Someone tried to explain to me that the reason I was taking 15 pills a day was because it was illegal to 'combine' medications into one pill here in the ROK.

I don't know how legit that statement is, if it's true I guess it explains why I was taking 5 pills at breakfast, 5 at lunch, and 5 more at dinner time for 3 days.

But it wouldn't explain while, after all that medication, I'm STILL coughing.

I was supposed to revisit the doctor 2 weeks ago, but I chickened out. I wasn't ready to go on another 45 pill binge so soon after the first one.

I guess it's time that I get myself back there again to make sure that there isn't really any serious problems going on. Mom is freaking out about a possible pneumonia, but I feel fine. It's just the cough.

Doesn't an pneumonia come with exhaustion, aches, and a fever? I've had none of those symptoms, so hopefully it'll be diagnosed as "pesky, stubborn, bronchitis".

This weekend has been a basic emotional train wreck. Way too many ups and downs for my liking, and I'll tell you what... I never missed the "being confused" part of my life. And now, right when I had a plan all figured out for myself, I go and let myself get all confused again with the most ridiculous things.

And I'll tell you something else... I'd LOVE to tell everyone about what's been going on. Mostly because I just want to just rant my little heart out about it. It would make me feel better. Unfortunately, you're reading the blog of a girl who thinks her personal information should remain... well... personal.

So even now, while I'm fighting the urge to go into details, I have to remember that... I DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU!

That leads me into something else...

Freedom of speech. It's a beautiful thing. But just because you have the FREEDOM to talk about something doesn't mean you SHOULD. You get what I'm saying?

Ran across too many blogs lately that were filled with TOO MUCH INFORMATION. I get lured into a false sense of security with the cutesy presentation, or decent writing style, only to be blind sided by a WAY TOO DETAILED paragraph about a one night stand.

WOAH Y'ALL! WOAH! Back that pony up!

Shouldn't there be some kind of WARNING in posts like that? I mean, geez.

I've read some dating blogs that I found quite enjoyable because they were funny, witty, and clever. But, I think people begin crossing the line when they start divulging highly personal details about what goes on after the 'date' part is over.

I wouldn't think the kind of attention you gain from that is in any way positive.

But whatever, to each their own. I mean, at least put an 18+ rating on your blog there cowgirls.

Anyway, enough of that.

For those of you who I haven't called and screamed excitedly over the phone to about it... I'll let you know.

That's right! My last day at old job is the 28th of August. I don't start my new job until October, and I have to make a visa trip out of the country anyway.

There was the option of sticking around here in Korea without an apartment for a month. Which, I'm sure, to some people seems highly exciting. However, that just isn't for me.

A few friends offered to let me stay at their place but very few things make me more uncomfortable than potentially burdening someone. Besides, I like my privacy pretty well. So, I'd want to stay in a hotel. Hotels may be cheap here, but not if you're living in one for 30 days!

And besides, I have a love-hate relationship with hotels. I love the feeling of being in a hotel room. It's fun, and there's an aire of adventure that adds to the excitement. That's the love part. The hate part? I can't sleep in hotel beds. Nope. Noway. Nohow. They gross me out. Just THINKING about tucking myself into sheets that have been used by thousands of people makes me want to go and get all ill.

So, aside from the fact that I TOTALLY MISS MY WONDERFUL FAMILY, it just seems the most practical to head home for the month.

I'll be happy to get some rejuvenating in.

Anyway, update over. There's plenty more to talk about, but there's too much to do today.

I'll keep you all updated.

Until next time,

~A.