Do you remember that skull crushing headache I wrote about a few weeks ago? Well, after 3 weeks of it not diminishing, I thought I should go back to my favorite doc-in-the-box and see Dr. Wok. He seemed reasonable, was efficient, and had scaled all or part of Mt. Kilimanjaro so he could not be much of a slouch. Since I was not vomiting or blacking out, I figured I did not have a brain tumor, just a mean tension headache. A foolish gym class involving weights might also have contributed to the stabbing pain in the occipital lobe, obliterating civility and rationale.
Alas, Dr. Wok was on vacation. The nerve! So I had to settle for Dr. Cha Ching, a female Chinese doctor educated in the US . I explained my problem. She listened empathetically as I related the possible causes: foolish workout, stinky house stress, holiday fervor. Dr. Ching, it turns out, lives in my neighborhood and knows all about skanky developers.
Let me back up a bit. I loved her from the start because she did not make me get on a scale to be weighed. This might have been my best gift to date. My admiration for her only grew as she prescribed an injection for immediate relief, a daytime painkiller, and Valium. We could have chatted for hours – maybe she will be my NBF?
As I sat down to wait for the prescription to be filled, it occurred to me that Africa, Australia , and the Antarctic are the only continents in which I have not been injected in the rear. When my name was called, I was only too happy to handover my credit card. Valium, it turns out, is super cheap in China ! Will miracles never cease!
“Merry Christmas!” the Chinese pharmacist said to me as he handed me my bag of goodies. Indeed. The Christmas spirit is, in fact, alive and well in China . Now that’s what I’m talking about!