My tonsils of doom,,,

have finally caught up to me.

I knew it was coming. They require me to feel miserable at least twice a year.

I went to the ear nose and throat specialist 20 minutes ago, but they told me to come back in forty minutes. It took me a while to understand this. I'm sure they are dreading interacting with me as a patient!

Ah well, I know the two most important things...

cheon mogi apayo (my throat hurts)

And

cheon penishillin ae allergiga isseoyo (I'm allergic to penicillin).

Hopefully the rest comes out in the wash.

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This morning on my way down in the elevator, I had to ride with an older couple, along with their heaping tub of huge fish (probably about a foot long, and almost circular in shape, like a big decompressed blowfish). Most of the fish seemed dead, but a couple were still opening and shutting their mouths. When we reached the ground floor, the man started dragging the tub behind him, allowing the other end to scrape along on the floor. The now sloped tub presented an opportunity for one of the huge fish to wiggle out onto the elevator floor. As soon as the fish escaped the elavator doors shut trapping me, the woman, and the flopping fish in the elavator.

I hate flopping fish.

And when I say flopping, it was REALLY giving'er. Just thrashing all over the elevator. The lady and I were both hopping and squealing, 'EEE' "EEEEEE" and trying to avoid being touched in the 4X4 space we had. Finally she had the presence of mind to hit the door open button. I would probably still be in there screaming now.

When we escaped from the elevator, my fellow captive turned to me with an apprehensive look on her face. I smiled at her, and she smiled her big, nearly toothless grin back at me.

All in all it was a pretty exciting way to start the day.

AND I have no idea why they had all that live fish in a tub in an apartment building. One of life's unsolved mysteries I guess.