Diarrhea. At the beginning, I thought it just to be a little annoyance, a small disturbance, and nothing more. It was on the last Wednesday on my way to Seoul. Hardly had I taken a cold drink than I felt some kind of stomach pain. Ridiculous. A psychological one? That was myreaction at that time. The real pain, sporadic series of sudden pangs, however, began from that night. It drove me nearly to real madness. Real, real, real, really real ones. Never in my life have I felt the feelings of genuine helplessness like this, diarrhea.
It's now early morning on Sunday. All I remember was having seen a note on the table left saying, take good care... , having visited our family doctor for an injection, and being an automaton, having opened my blog to switch the key from 'private' to 'public'. Most of the time I slept, or better to say, slept while awake, sometimes idly staring at the ceiling after squirming desperately to wake up from terrible dreams. The situation is worrisome, especially since the strong medicaments to my empty stomach do not allow swallowing my other usual medication, thus loosening the subtle balance of the body. How long will it last I don't know.
Suddenly, with a surge of rage, a scene pops into my head. Yes, it was on that Wednesday. Just prior to the departure, I took out a can from the refrigerator and put the seasoned tuna into my bibimbap. How many days the can stayed open, I didn't care. But, yes, now, I know, it was practically a culture dish of noroviruses! That was it! I know that I myself should have been more careful and that I am in no position to lay any blame on anyone else.
But, somehow, it reminds me of my old days, with the words to 'them', "Ohne 'aber' und 'weil' wird das Leben anders."
If we feel ourselves as 'Schicksalsgenossen' (meaning approximately, people sharing the same destiny, which was also a word coined by me either at that time.),
a simple "Ok, I got it." would be far more charming than a lengthy justification or stubbornnes. Isn't it?