I got into the car with the teacher who sometimes drives me to school this morning.
"어머! 어디 아파!?"
"아니오. 괜찮아요. 배... 조금 아파요."
She gawked at me in horror for the rest of the drive and threatened to order 죽 right then and there. 병원 this and 병원 that. Koreans are obsessed with the hospital.
No sooner had I stepped foot in the office than my co-teacher had me marching straight back out of it. She said she had never seen me look so sick, and that I was visibly shaking. I fucking teared up and told her that I'm fine, that I know Korean teachers never take a day off, and I feel really guilty anyway, because I'm not really sick... I just got more bad news. It's emotional and not physical and there's no excuse for that.
She hugged me and pushed me out the door, saying that three classes were nothing to kill myself over, and to call her if I needed to go to the hospital, or something to eat (the teachers started to notice the weight loss last week) and that I can have tomorrow off as well.
No meeting with the principal or visit with the school nurse. I don't even have to go to the hospital if I don't want to. And, while I'm not entirely convinced my doorbell won't be ringing later this afternoon, no apartuh visit from the co-teachers is imminent.
Just a day in bed to rest. I'm currently in the process of trying to force myself to eat anything at all. I know that's where the real problem is at this point.
I'll get it together. I swear to god I will.