<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="yes"?><oembed><version><![CDATA[1.0]]></version><provider_name><![CDATA[Ityop&#039;ia]]></provider_name><provider_url><![CDATA[https://ityopia.wordpress.com]]></provider_url><author_name><![CDATA[katieolean]]></author_name><author_url><![CDATA[https://ityopia.wordpress.com/author/katieolean/]]></author_url><title><![CDATA[The Korean Nose&nbsp;Doctor]]></title><type><![CDATA[link]]></type><html><![CDATA[<div data-shortcode="caption" id="attachment_247" style="width: 310px" class="wp-caption alignleft"><a href="https://ityopia.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/knd.png"><img class="size-medium wp-image-247" title="Dr. Ryu" src="https://ityopia.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/knd.png?w=300&#038;h=297" alt="" width="300" height="297" srcset="https://ityopia.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/knd.png?w=300&amp;h=297 300w, https://ityopia.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/knd.png?w=150&amp;h=150 150w, https://ityopia.files.wordpress.com/2012/09/knd.png 562w" sizes="(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px" /></a><p class="wp-caption-text">This is the doc, preparing needles for my face.</p></div>
<p>Last month I left to Addis for what was supposed to be our mid-service conference. Instead, I spent the entire week sick in my room.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Despite my belief I was dying, my immune system eventually kicked ass. Unfortunately it left behind congestion and a splitting headache. Enter: Ear, Nose and Throat doctor.</p>
<p>Dr. Ryu is from Korea and has been in Ethiopia for one year.  He speaks a little English, so I explained my problem. He listened, made sounds, wrote down a few things, then stared off into space.</p>
<p>Not quite sure what was happening, he moved me to another chair. He put on a round hat with a mirror, and stuck a giant pair of tweezers up my nose. &#8220;Ohhh,&#8221; he said. &#8220;Big problem.&#8221;</p>
<p>He continued on, looking in my nose, making sounds and repeating, &#8220;big problem.&#8221;</p>
<p>(Big problem? What does that mean?)</p>
<p>A whole string of wierd communication later and he pulled out a book with a picture of the inside of a nose, and a long needle sticking though. A few choice words went throught my head. Holy shit.</p>
<p>Luckily, that was a worst-case scenario photo. Instead, he shot a fluid up my nose (called it &#8220;irrigation&#8221;) and motioned for me to put my head down and snot-rocket. This was somewhere between hilarious and disgusting. It continued for quite awhile.</p>
<p>When that was all finished, he pulled out two large needles and filled them with tubes of more fluid. (Whaaat?! )  A little panic went on inside. &#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, k?&#8221; He said in broken English with a smile.</p>
<p>I clenched my fists and thought of happy places while he stuck the needles into my face, six times. Then he sent me home with a note to come back for the next couple days.</p>
<p>(More of this? I can&#8217;t wait.)</p>
<p>Conclusion is, I have a maxillary sinus infection and this treatment is supposed to clear it up. If it doesn&#8217;t we have to resort to the long nose needle. I&#8217;m mostly terrified&#8230;slightly curious.</p>
<p>If it comes to that, I promise to share some pictures.</p>
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