Last night I was subjected to my own private circle of hell. Around yesterday morning I developed a simultaneous cold and unstoppable nosebleed, the latter alarming enough to send me to a doctor and the ER, a less than reassuring experience in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language or have insurance. Feeling miserable and sorry for myself, not to mention a bit light-headed and nauseous from all the blood I’d ingested, I went to bed and got to spend the entire night with my sinuses throbbing, my mouth full of blood, and kicked while I was down with the overheated dull ache of sickness.
The final insult? It even robbed me of my one free day to wander around Tokyo. Lately my travels seem to be doing me as much harm as good.