Coffee and Banana Flavoured Butterscotch Candy

20 06 2008

Well, I’m sitting here actually sucking on a coffee flavoured butterscotch candy and it’s just really odd. My mum bought the bag of what we thought was butterscotch, but here it is with three flavours in it. On closer inspection the bag is called “Scotch Trio Candy” and on the side in Korean it has the flavours written “Ko-pee” (Coffee); “Bo-tor” (butter); “Ba-na-na” (Banana obviously – some words are just the same in both languages).

WoW someone else actually took a photo of their packet too!

Anyway, I’m not convinced. I got the banana one by accident last night. That’s when I realised that there were different flavours in this bag. Argh!!!!!!! Banana is just really terrible … sweet buttery banana – who wants to eat that?? Sweet buttery coffee … well that isn’t so bad because I guess it’s the equivalent to having coffee and toast with butter … hmmm so maybe it’s growing on me?

I’ve never been a huge butterscotch person, do we have weird flavours like that in Oz? I don’t recall but then I think the last time I ate butterscotch was when I was about 16 years old.

The only thing that’s getting to me now is I can’t find the actual butter flavoured ones in the bag? I keep only finding two flavours … perhaps someone else got to the bag before me and ate all of the one flavour? Mmmm now it’s like Cluedo. Who stole the butterscotch from the butterscotch bag???

I’m sure you’re all so glad I can bore you with this pointless stuff! Hopefully, one of my kids will do something either funny or stupid and the next post will be more entertaining! (left this in draft for 24 hours and none of the kids did anything interesting enough to write about)


Update on My Leg

19 06 2008

I’ve missed a few Instant Messages and the like and here’s the update on me and my leg.

There I was sitting in my fabulous private hospital room that looked more like a hotel room with a weird looking single bed rather than a hospital room – there was a little couch, a fridge nearly the size of me and a remote controlled TV on the wall, plus my own bathroom in the room. It was fantastic.

Anyway, I had a consultation with the resident, who ironically had much better english than the specialist surgeon that I had originally seen (who would be operating on me). He started to give me much more information that I hadn’t been told before, or wasn’t made fully aware of.

The biggest part was that when they cut the tumor out of my leg (and for anyone that doesn’t already know it’s only a benign tumor, but unfortunately it’s the size of a horse at 13cm odd) … anyway, when they cut out the tumor out of my leg they will also being taking muscle away as well. Muscle doesn’t repair, it doesn’t grow back – once it’s gone, it’s gone! This will mean that I will have problems moving my ankle for the rest of my life. Before, I was only lead to believe (or maybe I was kidding myself) that there was only a chance that could happen. (Just so you know I didn’t have a translator or anything when I saw the original specialist because this is a hospital that prides itself on everyone speaking english – cough cough)

I could have handled this end result, except a friend of mine that is a nurse who spoke to an orthopedic surgeon in Oz told me that in Australia they don’t do the big cut, or the big cut is a last resort and perhaps there are other things that can be done. I was also told by that friend that these tumors have a 50% chance of coming back … so I could be potentially cutting out muscle for no reason.

Now there I was, in a lot of pain, hoping for the end to be near but I suddenly realised exactly how permanent this was going to be for the rest of my life … words like cripple kept popping into my head (along with visions of a permanent limp). I also thought that if I didn’t at least go to Australia and investigate possible other options I would wonder “what if” for the rest of my life.

So, it’s probably likely that I will go to Australia and be told that the only option is to have the big cut but at least I would have investigated further and have all the information.

So that is why I promptly checked out of the hospital, and confused the hell out of an entire orthopedic medical staff at Yonsei Severance Hospital. As a side note of humour there was nothing funnier than checking out and having to pay the bill for my one and only meal that I had there (as I hadn’t stayed the night I didn’t have to pay for the room – meal cost $26 though) but the cashier, did a double take, thought the computer wasn’t working, made a phone call it was kind of hilariously funny at that point. It took me nearly as long to get out of the hospital as it did to get into it. I feel really quite bad about that though.

My contract here finishes in 6 weeks, so I’ll be back in Oz to pursue it all further then.

If any of these tags bring any foreigners here looking to do research about Yonsei hospital because they are considering having surgery done there, I’m going to write another post about my dealings with the hospital itself. Or if you want to contact me about it just drop a comment here and I’d be glad to answer your questions.

The Not So Dynamic First Post

13 06 2008

Okay, this is the part where I am supposed to write such a great first post in the hope of drawing readers into my little world and hoping that they will want to stay a while. What a nice little dream that is, unfortunately this is the real world and like tons of bloggers before me and probably many more to come after me, I’ve hit burn out after spending an hour and a half on choosing the layout and typing the about me page … so check out the about this blog page because that’s really as good a first post as any.

It’s now 3am and time for me to get a little sleep before I wake up early and make the trek to Yonsei Severance Hospital for the next instalment of an overly annoying saga – but that will be the subject for my next post.

(The header image will probably change, and stuff will be added to the blogroll too)