Misc. Projectile Sprays

Our first full day in Seoul is over. I spent the day in a factory while Matt spent it in a Korean hospital. We're members of an international service called SOS, and with their help Matt located and made an appointment for Dean to see a Dr. in a clinic located within a hospital across town from our hotel. With help from Google maps and an address translated into Korean by the concierge at the hotel, a taxi took the guys right where they needed to be.

Turns out Dean is really sick. He was diagnosed with a sinus infection, upper respiratory infection, and eye infection due to the sinus and chest problems. Matt received a written prescription and navigated his way through a Korean pharmacy without trouble thanks to an English speaking Dr. He was given an antibiotic, eye drops, and cough syrup that smells like honey with a powder you mix in to take care of congestion in his chest.

On the cab ride back to the hotel Dean got carsick and threw up about 5 times. I'm sure Mr. cabbie was real happy about that. Matt took off Dean's overalls and cleaned it up as best he could.

While the guys had their excursion, I was involved in a project review for several new craft items that lasted the entire day. The highlight of the meeting was an amazing lunch of traditional korean BBQ in a restaurant next to the factory. The meat was cooked fresh in a recessed fire pit with coals in the middle of the table. Various mixed greens, macaroni salad, kimchee cabbage, marinated mushrooms, spicy crab legs plus cucumber and seaweed salads were scattered on the table in front of us. I couldn't help but feel guilty and disappointed that Matt wasn't able to join us. The guilt was even worse when I met up with him tonight and found out that he was battling projectile vomit while I ate melt-in-your-mouth flavorful hot meat fresh from the grill sitting in front of me. Needless to say, I didn't mention lunch to him.

He's out now getting dinner at a Korean restaurant across the street from our hotel. Dean is sleeping soundly in his crib, and I'm getting ready for bed myself. It's been a tough day abroad.

On a lighter note, this morning Dean discovered a bidet and all of its controls attached to the side of the toilet in our hotel bathroom. He managed to turn it on and twist the knob to full blast. The thing is so strong it was shooting water out the door and across the room, hitting the closet and covering the floor. I heard the water and Dean saying "uh-oh" a second after it started, but by the time I crossed the room and battled my way to the toilet both the floor and Dean were drenched. I couldn't be angry because I was laughing too hard.

Here's hoping he feels well enough tomorrow morning to make me laugh just as hard.