I awoke the next morning, surprised that I had slept for over 14 hours. While I was nearly unconscious, Chu-Wan had gone out to the night market with a school friend. I had been too sick to notice.
I was almost unable to get out of bed all day. In an attempt to get me to eat, Chu-Wan brought me pizza, which I couldn’t eat. While I have a healthy distrust of doctors I do realize that when I can’t eat pizza, it’s time to seek professional help.
My father-in-law took us across town to their family doctor.
Doctor’s offices are quite different. For starters it was open till 9:00PM for walk-in patients. I was diagnosed as having a viral infection in the sinuses, as well as bronchitis. I was put on a series of antibiotics and given a really, truly painful shot of vitamins to help compensate for my lack of eating. We had a really big day ahead of us tomorrow and it didn’t look like I was going to make it.
I had one more shock before I left: The bill for the doctor’s visit and prescriptions came out to a grand total of US$25.