Results of my first weekly poll have finally been formatted to fit my page, so here they are. Please vote in the current weekly poll, which you can find lower down in the right sidebar on my blog’s main page. What do you think? (all votes are anonymous) Give me liberty or give me… death. (2) 11% another beer. (2) 11% something closely resembling freedom and a bad enough education not to know the difference. (3) 17% someone to love! (1) 5% 15 minutes of fame. (0) 0% a net connection, at least. (2) 11% a little hot action in …

… well, a lot of things that I didn’t quite understand, but the gist was, “Look, guy, I’m not going to just pull that tooth out today. You don’t have a health card yet, and that would be expensive and painful for you to do like that. So go buy these here pills and take them for a few days and see if the swelling goes down. If it still hurts in a few days, come back and see me and we’ll yank that tooth clean outta your skull. Okay?” So, I’m assuming these are antibiotics. The three-days-run is maddening, …

Okay, so the worst of the cold has subsided. I’m still sweating a bit at night, but nothing like what I was before. So, what joy awakened me this morning at 5am? The wisdom tooth I thought was doing fine, is apparently most unhappy where it is living. It’s started agitations on my lower jaw, and the gum is all swelled around it. And of course I have no ice. So now ice is freezing in my freezer. I’ll call a dentist I know in Iksan who can maybe recommend me to someone in Jeonju. I guess I simply need …

…because the people in the accursed Church across the parking lot are wailing in tongues, with the window wide open. Someone in that church is playing soft, New-Agey piano background music to this bizarre bedlam. Note the time: it’s 6:30pm on a Tuesday. These people do this crap en masse at any time of the day or night. Last night, 10pm, in the parking lot. Bedlam for all the neighborhood to hear. If they spoke English, I would probably just join the Church for the purposes of tormenting them; everytime they spoke in tongues I’d just scream expletives in strings …

Well, I think the worst is actually past. I still feel pretty much like the fellow in the picture, but I am alive, and that’s a relief. I got about 8 hours of conscious time this weekend, from Friday at 9pm until Monday at 7am, and the fever seems to have passed. I’m still low on voice, weak and shaky, and my joints all ache. Thank goodness I figured out how to turn on the heat in the apartment and took to the floor last night. The heat soaking up through the floor fed my body and made me sweat …