Nine days later and I am almost feeling normal. I've been to a doctor who prescribed a ribbon of pills better suited for a 90s rave. After a week of western medicine and no real improvement I decided to visit my friend Nara's husband's clinic.
Here Mr. Nara sat behind his desk and took down all my vitals and complaints. He then brought me into a back room where I lay on the hottest warm pad in the world. Here my left hand was pierced with three acupuncture needles while my foot got another prick. The doctor then jabbed away at the swollen gland on my throat. It was painless until I got to the accompanying medicine which was a vile batch of brown chalk. I've only managed to take one dose.
I will finally be posting about Canada tomorrow.