Sunday the 11th of May 2014
It is 1:35AM, I feel really unwell today, my stomach is in knots, I haven’t left my apartment since returning home from work on Friday night, nor have I opened my curtains. I’d give anything for some salted pretzels or an apple right now. I need to make sure I go to the supermarket tomorrow, I need to eat something crunchy, something which isn’t greasy, something which isn’t sweet.
Friday the 9th of May 2014
I bought white hot chocolate which was labelled as being ‘caffeinated’. It just tastes like hot milk. The same company make a nice regular hot chocolate though, you buy a bag and the bag contains lots of sachets. This is how most things are sold here, in bulk. It’s very hard to find anything singular in a grocery store, unless you want to buy a tin of tuna or something to drink.
I miss supermarkets in the UK and shopping online, I really enjoyed shopping online. The nail of my left thumb has developed some kind of abnormality in the last week or so, since taking the medication I was given for my tooth. It’s definitely not diabetes, it could be anaemia, I don’t have enough iron in my diet (or many other vitamins and minerals for that matter). The gaping hole in my gum where my wisdom tooth used to be was neither stitched nor rinsed with salt water. One of the first things I wanted to buy in Taiwan was salt, there is only sugar. Sugar, sugar everywhere and not a drop of salt, it seems. I realise this is perhaps why almost everything I’ve eaten in Taiwan is sweet. I sometimes eat tuna out of the tin to combat this; it’s a nice combination of salt, oil, fish and a lot of mercury. I’ve actually had to cut down on tuna as my exposure to mercury is just under 100% here, it’s high. My immune system should be quite impressive when I return to Europe. I feel as though I’ve been camping indoors for six months.
Honey tastes very different here due to the varying plants and flowers, it’s not unpleasant but it surprised me when I tried it on a bit of toast. I still haven’t learned to stop buying bread from my favourite bakery. I’ve found no metal bits or hairs for a while but I have found something else. Here’s a little story about a sandwich.
I made another appointment for Monday at 9AM, so hopefully everything is fine and I haven’t developed dry socket or anything like that. I was given more medication, gauze and an anime cat sticker for being brave. My mouth bled all day. The combination of sleep deprivation, a huge amount of drugs and the fact that I’ve been suffering from nausea and various other illnesses for weeks meant that I was only able to get through one lesson before deciding that having to work after having a wisdom tooth removed is absolutely ludicrous.
Since moving to Taiwan, I have never actually had time to get over anything that’s been wrong with me. It just isn’t done. Had surgery? Back to work. Hit by a car? Back to work. Vomiting all morning because the contaminated water in your building is regularly ingested when you boil your kettle with it in an attempt to drink something? Back to work. I say this but my manager, the TAs and every other member of staff was more than understanding. Although I was expected initially to be in on the Tuesday, I knew it would be impossible for me to function, never mind teach three classes back to back. I was given a lift home on the back of a scooter, cycling on the verge of collapse probably wouldn’t have been the wisest of decisions. I’m fine now; I was back in work on Wednesday evening, a little less spaced out having stopped taking the mysterious ‘left on my desk’ drugs and only taking the drugs given to me by the dentist.