The week before last (the week of my birthday, incidentally) I got strep throat for the first time in my life. It was on the left tonsil, and came complete with fever, inability to swallow, etc. After several days of antiobiotics, it went away. But then...it came back again! On the right tonsil! It came with a fever the second time, too, and more antibiotics. The only difference the second time is that I fainted in the doctor's office and she "prescribed" me some vitamin C tablets.
It's no fun to be sick and alone here. But my apartment is very quiet and calm, and I can sleep all that I want without any noise disturbance. Well, almost without any noise disturbance:
a Chinese woman, who works at a Chinese take-out place on the corner of my building, comes to sit in the echoey space between my building and the next every day at noon. Clearly I don't know what she's saying, but she seems to be screaming at the other workers who are taking breaks in the little alley way. Her voice is loud, nasal, metallic, and fairly monotone. The sound of her screeching was, in my feverish state, incorporated into my nightmares. I picture her (as I've already told Anna) as the nicotene saturated landlady in Kung Fu Hussle (or is it Shuffle? I can't recall).
Other than her noise, my apartment is quite silent. I find this impressive for a crooked, narrow building built in the 1700's.
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