I'm still sick. After the church service this morning, Dr. Kim said, "Ellen, you are still UNDER THE WEATHER. You come with me to my office, and I give you a shot."

"What kind of shot?"

"I don't know." (It turns out it was an antibiotic. I think he isn't used to their patients asking a lot of questions about what he's doing and what kind of medication he's giving, and I ask lots of questions.)

So I went with Dr. Kim and his wife (I still don't know her name) and Kathy as my chaperone to Dr. Kim's clinic.

He prepared the shot. Kathy and Dr. Kim's wife stood around. I contemplated whether I'd have to take my shirt off or just roll up my sleeve. Enter Dr. Kim with a syringe.

"Undo your pants and lie down here," said Dr. Kim.

Suddenly there was no need to worry about rolling up sleeves.

"I'm sorry for touching your butt," said Dr. Kim as he prepared my rear for the shot, which made me laugh, with Kathy and Dr. Kim's wife as the audience.

After he gave me the shot, he asked "Did that hurt?"

"Nope."

"Want another?"

The whole thing made me laugh, despite feeling "under the weather" for the eleventh day straight.

As I left, Dr. Kim asked, "What is the expression, 'my butt is on fire'?"

I have to admit. I don't know that one, but I did take the time to explain "pain in the butt," which delighted him to no end.

I went home and spent the rest of the day curled up in a chair watching bad American movies with Korean subtitles. During the commercial break, there was an advertisement for bidets that attach to toilet seats and spray a jet of water on your rear end. The demonstrations were pretty impressive.