On a personal note, Dakota, our foster, is getting adopted. He's thankfully gone to a home who can take care of him for his issues he has now, a lot better than we can. Adam saw his first beach yesterday, too. :)
In Korea, like any place, it rains. Right? When I go out to take a walk, and it starts to drizzle. I deal with it. I keep walking. If it starts pouring heavily, I think it really sucks, but I wont cry over it. Why should I? It's just rain, and in most Western cultures, rain isn't a big deal. Especially a small drizzle. However, in Korea, people seem to just know when it was magically rain. No lie. The other day, I was at the park and there was NO indication of rain. As soon as it started, all the Koreans on the street popped out their umbrellas. I'm assuming they look at the weather channel beforehand or something, but for some reason, Koreans act like rain will melt them. Even if someone doesn't have an Umbrella, they'll put their hands over their heads like it'll really help keep them dry. Koreans use umbrellas for small little drizzles, and if you're like me, and you don't CARE if it's just a drizzle and you don't cover your head like a lava shower is approaching or get my umbrella, I'm looked at like I'm crazy. (Once even yelled at by an older Korean man.)
Koreans just don't have umbrellas for rain, though, they use them for the sun. Korean summer is extremely humid and hot, so I can understand why. But instead of wearing some roomy attire, they wear virtual bodysuits. I found a comic on ROKetship.com that portrayed that PERFECTLY. Koreans wear masks (Adam told me about something to do with the air. Don't know if it's true or not.) But you'll see a lot of people with masks, or cloth around their faces with baseball caps and jackets. Not unusual in Korean, but quite strange here.
I have a sun umbrella for my sun allergy, but Koreans look at me like I'm crazy when I use it. :/
Why? Sickness, Cleaning (after being sick) and KAPS. KAPS has found a new location, thankfully, and should be moving soon, and I'm trying as hard as I can to get free time in to make the website. As well as that? Dakota. We're hoping to find him a new home extremely soon. Sadly, we're no longer able to foster him due to his destructive nature. We're pretty sad.
But, I have a new new blog posts in mind (Koreans&Umbrellas) and I have more pictures as of late. I would be making a post about the Daegu Body painting festival, but we didn't get to go. :( Blah
Honestly, I feel so overwhelmed. This was possibly one of the worst weeks I have ever had in my life. I found out my granddad died Friday night, and then on Saturday I spent 7 hours in the ER. So this post, ladies and gents, shall be about Korean Hospitals. :(
They're quite different than American ones, and quite intimidating as well. I went in at 2pmish with excruciating pains in my right side, that had been going on for 3 hours. Unable to take it anymore, Adam and I had rushed to the hospital as the on base hospital was unavailable. Upon entering and signing in, we were taken to a gurney, with about 10 other people sitting and waiting and asked what was wrong, went through the motions, etc. That wasn't too bad, besides the whole "being in a room with 10 other people" thing. You don't get your own little room, you get a curtain, which will blow open as people walk past.... while your shirt is up. NOT fun.
After that, we had to wait two hours until I was allowed any kind of medication. I went in for CT scans, and to an OB/GYN (I threw up in his trash can, take THAT for sticking things in my vagina!) and a bunch of other crap that was all a bit hazy. I loved the nurse I had as she spoke good English, and was very very very kind. The worst experience was actually when I did get medicine and I did go into the actual ER area, though.
The first time around, I was wheeled next to a lady who had shit all over herself and was making these scary groaning noises like she was dying. That was one of the scariest things I had seen in awhile. I needed a bucket because I kept wanting to throw up, and no one could get us one, which resulted in me hobbling over with Adam to a restroom which was past the front door, waiting room and all, and into a small unclean restroom that I had to sit down in and stick my head in the bowl. I was then taken right down to the end, away from the lady who smelled like poop, which was a HUGE relief. I chilled out for quite awhile, actually. Adam went home to check on the dogs, and eventually some cute Korean guy came to check my vitals and called me normal while patting my hand 8D! When Adam came back, some lady died a few beds down, and a guy came in a moped accident who was bleeding everywhere. Another nurse came over and stuck a tube up my urethra with JUST a curtain to separate us from the whole room, and pretty much the whole time I felt violated, scared and in pain.
7 hours of pure bliss, just to be told I had a Kidney Stone. Hurrah.
You know what's weird? Recently, the front door hasn't closed all the way when we leave / enter, so we have to really PULL it behind us. Adam ALWAYS forgets, like this morning, when Artsy had dropped by and saw the door open with Dakota hanging out in there. Thankfully, no animals have ever left the apartment, even if it has been open for 3-4 hours, and I think I got it sorted today.
Adam and I walked Dakota and Unnamed yesterday. We decided to go downtown to help them get used to big big crowds and the hustle and bustle of the streets. People were amazed, more at Dakota than anything. He's a big dog, a Husky, so people look and think "A wolf!" Our neighbors children actually had asked if he was a wolf. They're not wrong in this assumption, really, as the Husky is one of the closest breeds TO a wolf, but none the less, it's still funny.
He attracts attention, which is usually negative. People get angry when they see larger dogs. But today we received no negative feedback. (More than likely because there is a younger generation downtown!) People said Hello, they said he was a Beautiful Dog, and they waved. One couple had actually stopped to crouch down, pet him, play with his ears. He just sat there all happily. It was too cute!
Adam and I assumed they were selling dogs, but an older couples with 5 puppies in a cart came down and stopped to look at us, maybe trying to sell the puppies? That was interesting. A car stalked us as well. It slowly followed behind us, hopefully just driving, but I highly doubt it. It was a fun walk, though, people were interested in Kota (and Unnamed!) and stared A LOT, but we had no dog kicking or yelling. :) In fact, a western group walked by and said "A real dog!!!" Yay Korea!