Critical, absolute, unbearable pain, left over from my foot massage last night.
It's Saturday morning, and I'm moving slowly. I can turn my head slightly this way and that way, but every way is the way of pain. An elephant must have slept on my back last night.
Today I walk like Herman Munster.
I finally broke down and found a 7-11, thinking I'd buy a box of aspirin to dull the pain, but all I found were cold medications. A few doors down was a pharmacy, so I stepped up to the window and tried my best to ask for some muscle pain relievers. The pharmacist took a long look at me through his puffy eyes and then rubbed his hands together. He brought out a few jars of some strange looking herbs and started talking in rapid Cantonese.
I think he was going to prepare some ancient Chinese medicine for me. This did not sit well, mainly because I feared it. So I dashed off, not even offering a proper goodbye, and sunk myself into a hot bath back at my hotel room instead.
I'm achy still but at least I'm not having hallucinations about the Year of the Ox.
Tomorrow, I scratch "Second Chinese Foot Massage" off my list. Instead, maybe I'll have a milk shake.
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