This illness starts with a subtle cough which quickly turns dirty and painful enough that you wish you didn't have muscles around your rib cage. Stage 2 brings on nasty chills and aching eye balls that hate the light. Stage 3 is full of sweats that cause you to change your clothes and sheets pretty often. In stage 4 the cough persists and the throat gets raw but temperature normalizes. Stage 5 you start to think you're on the mend then your stomach joins the party. I'm hoping stage 6 is a good night's sleep accompanied by miraculous healing.
I'm at stage 5, George is at stage 4, Molly has entered stage 3 and Barry is spending his birthday wishing he had more fun people to hang out with and wondering if stage 1 is around the corner.....what a nasty week.
Because of this we've had a pretty quiet time except two things.
We did manage to host our neighbours on Sunday afternoon for a coffee party before things turned really nasty in here. Our building mates are as follows: a Dutch American physics prof who has worked at Sejong for 8 years, a newly arrived and rather shy Pakistani couple who are expecting a baby in May, a Palestinian man named Mohammed who teaches computers, and an Indian man who has been in Korea for years speaks Korean fluently. They all seem very nice, and we look forward to getting to know them better. Apparently there's an Italian man who lives next door, but we've yet to see him. It's like being in a mini UN.
I also dragged myself out to a meeting at Yeomyung school on Monday afternoon...probably a bad idea in the cold weather, but it seemed necessary to get the ball rolling. I met Suzie, the English grammar teacher, and she explained they want me to run an English Conversation Club on Friday afternoons for an unknown number of students. I submitted a syllabus today, and tomorrow I have to give a presentation to all the 100 students at the school to convince them to take it as an elective...I can't believe I do this for free! I hope I feel up to it. Next week regular class begins. I'm sure I'll be excited about it next week when it doesn't feel like such a slog.
Barry just cancelled our dinner with the Canadian Ambassador and his wife for tomorrow. I'm pretty sure they don't want 3 or 4 sick people sharing germs in their house. We thought about betting on me being better and Barry not getting it yet and ditching the kids, but that sounds a bit too selfish. We're desperate for adult time, but we aren't cruel to our kids....Too bad we're not meaner, I was looking forward to an adult conversation with someone different. Maybe another time.
It's still rather cold here: a low of -5 last night and only +5 (although sunny) today. The Bruces FaceTimed us this morning and said it was +18 in Waterloo...crazy winter Ontario has had! I'm dreaming that next week we'll all be healthy, the weather will be above +5, the kids will join the Taekwondo class they were supposed to attend this week and they'll finally meet some neighbourhood kids...and while I'm being optimistic, I might as well wish for an English or French speaking family that homeschools to be found nearby...and a puppy!