Blame it on my Airbnb owner who ran out of hot water one night. Or the scrambled eggs I had the night before. Whatever I did, I woke up one morning feeling violently sick. I had a lunch date with Nancy Pants so I half crawled to her work place in Central where I almost collapsed and that's when she took me to a hospital. I was quickly diagnosed of having intestinal infection and was given a million pills and antibiotics. The hardest part of all this is not the pain involved but the fact that I'm not able to eat as much!
The doctor warned me not to overeat on greasy food, which really leaves me to eating jok. Thank goodness for Hong Kong and its jok! I don't mind duck egg and sliced pork jok at all.
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