So I've finally finished my case study thing on China. It's about time. For a minute I considered ringing Park Ji-Sung and asking for help. Then I realised he isn't Chinese. Then I realise I don't have his number to ring him. It was a failed plan, all in all.
I went to the doctors today about my formerly cold now incredibly sore throat which has gone on for about a month. It was an Indian (no shit) but he was like 72, it seemed like he was too old to be doing the job. Even if it is one that his people excel at. As soon as I mentioned it was a throat problem he promptly got a piece of tissue paper and shoved it over his mouth and wouldn't take it off till I left the room. Actually, it was less of a tissue and more of a towel. It was massive. It looked like he had a gas mask on. Ridiculous, it was. Anyway, I told him what it was like and that and he felt my throat a lot in a kind of sexy manner, which was worrying in itself, but I got some antibiotic penicillin tablet things out of it, so it was worth it. The tablets are hilarious though, either they're like super strength ones or they're just crazy anyway, cos I've had two so far and each time for about an hour or so after I've taken one it just feels like all my major organs are having a big ol' party. It feels right odd but quite funny. Confusing as owt though.
Completely unrelated to Chinese people or Indian people, I wanna be just like this man when I grow up:
What a lovable old fella.
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