schedule

Today: rest. It's the new year.

Thursday, 1/2: get my phone repaired, draw up a rental contract with my building, visit the office to begin packing (we've been given no definite move-out date), and while at the office, flesh out the outline for my schedule for the next five months.

Friday, 1/3: start moving out my boxes.

Saturday, 1/4: finish the move.

Our team went out for dinner at the Chinese restaurant that replaced Ho Lee Chow down the street from us. The new place is called Il Il Hyang (일일향, 日日香), which may translate to something like "Aroma Day After Day." The food turned out to be mediocre for such an expensive place, but it was about what I'd expected. 

More important is what happened after the meal: I decided, on the spur of the moment, to walk home, which led almost immediately to a feeling of pressure in my chest, light vertigo, and slight breathing issues. I also realized I needed to take a piss; I barely managed to hold it in until I found a restroom by the trail.

The return of pre-heart attack symptoms was alarming to say the least. I think I can partially blame this on the worsening of blockages that I'd been told about last August, and I suspect that yesterday's extremely carby meal may have hastened things a bit: we had gganpoonggi (fried chicken in sweet/spicy sauce), fried-and-stuffed eggplant (the best part of the meal), jjajangmyeon (chewy noodles in black-bean sauce), and some bowls of rice. Very carby. So I spent most of last night's walk thinking I was about to keel over dead, but I made it to the restroom, relieved myself, then made it home and relieved myself again. I started rewatching Season 3 of "Picard," which is a feel-good season, and I got so distracted that midnight came and went without my noticing, so I neglected to take my yearly video of the Lotte World Tower doing its fireworks/light-show thing.

Anyway, I'm happy to say that I'm alive to greet 2025, and I've got a doctor's appointment on January 17, both cardiac doc and diabetes doc. I'll tell the cardiac doc about my symptoms, and maybe they'll schedule me to be put under, Roto-Rootered again, and stented. Without CPR this time. Or maybe they'll prescribe stronger clot-busting drugs. They do seem to love prescribing drugs here.

Meanwhile, I'm too afraid to eat anything today, so I might fast for the next few days, then cautiously nibble on a salad.