Fast Infection, Slow Correction

After more than eight years in Hong Kong, I've come to accept that illness falls on me like the Acme anvil that smites Wile E. Coyote when his ingenious Roadrunner traps backfire.

I don't even have a tiny umbrella to hold up before it lands.

Unlike in Canada, where I knew a head cold was on the way and I could work to minimise its effects, I can go from feeling fine to fighting a full-blown upper respiratory tract infection in just 12 hours.

Such was the case during my trip to Tai O: I was all right when I got out of bed at 3.30am, but by 3.30pm I was a train wreck.

It would be convenient to blame air pollution, but the sky wasn't that hazy. I doubt that Tai O's omnipresent fishy fragrance was responsible, and there's no such thing as the fish flu.

Whatever the cause, a trip to doctor is in order, where I'll score some primo meds to knock out the infection.

Too bad they don't work as fast as the bug that took me down.

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