some swiss miss hot choc with famous amos cookies for the room mate for being so sweet

friday's lunch dapaoed from the office cafeteria.. meatball spaghetti and chocolate milk.. not that I had any work to do, but just felt like being antisocial and spending some time w the internet..






supposedly VERY spicy shrimp and rice





Saturday was planned for.. SHOPPING! more factory outlets!! whee.. this time was a 2 hours drive to Grove City, Pennsylvania.. haha just for shopping.. my favourite sport!





After fun fun shoppping on saturday.. sunday was spent preparing for the steamboat party at night for the managers at kevin's apartment.




cool stuff.

Well. that's the end of the steamboat party. what happened after that was that I fell really really sick. At first i thought it was just cos i ate too much and cos of the beer. but after i was woken up many times at night to puke my guts out.. i realised something was wrong.. must be food poisoning. =( Had some diarrhoea too. luckily from pawsieboy's experience.. i knew that i really had to hydrate myself so i drank water like crazy.
on Monday morning i was still puking so i decided not to go to work. At about eleven, i set off to look for a GP. there's this cleveland clinic (its actually a whole building of clinics) just near my apartment so i walked there.. all alone and sick sob.. when i reached, there was no reception, and from the directory, I couldn't make out which doctors were GPs and the rest were all specialists. Kinda like gleneagles hospital where there are many clinics. crap. so i asked around and they pointed me to the hillcrest hospital opposite the road.
So i crossed the road. there were 2 entrances to Hillcrest Hospital and the nearer one said 'Hospital Entrance' so i went there of course. There was a reception with two old ladies there and well, they referred me to the next entrance. Boo.
So i went to the next entrance. Ok, looks proper, and I thought this was finally the place.. it kinda looked like raffles hospital lobby so i was quite happy. The directory wasn't too helpful as usual. So again there was at least a reception with old ladies there. When i asked for a GP from the old lady, i was told they couldn't refer me to any, and they gave me a number (Medline) to call so that the operator could refer me to a GP. ok that kinda makes sense cos they shouldn't really be recommending me to a doctor cos that wldn't be fair right.
So i went to the public phone and tried the Medline.. and the operators were engaged, leaving me with the voicemail to leave my name and number. Oh, btw, each phonecall is 50c. So that's 50c gone. next i called my manager(s) to ask if i needed an MC.. voicemail again. so that was another 4x50c and nothing accomplished.
At this point in time i was already so tired i wanted to breakdown. hey, not easy being sick in a foreign land and having to walk to your own doctor AND not find one! especially when the buildings are so far apart here and everyone drives instead.
what happened in the end was i just gave up and walked back where i could have free phone access and a huge comfy bed.. luckily i wasn't in that dire need of a doctor/medication and i just slept it off..
haha if you actually read all of that boring detail.. wow.. that's patient of you. i just wrote it down in case i forgot and wanted to refer to it later on in life.. hahahaaa.
Anyway, after i woke up, i found a note by my dearest flatmate telling me she cooked porridge for me.. so sweet right!!!! and whee.. porridge with red dates in the rice cooker.. haha.. she's like my mum or something. so here's my dinner.. porridge with pickles and pork floss. perfect for sicklies like me!!!
Lastly, here's a picture of my manager George, and my mentor Linda on the very first day of work in mayfield heights. whew.
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