This picture above was taken in my latter days from Nepal, a typical morning scene after a night of hacking up phlegm. Usually I put a newspaper down and leaned over the bed and let flew. (That was a colorful photo you don’t really want to see.) Something wasn’t right. When I arrived in Malaysia and noticed the Chinese giving me a tip of the hat for the voluminous phlegm I can expectorate, it was a sign I needed to see a doctor.
I have seen four doctors now, all with their own theories. That’s not including a doctor friend in Spain who is with extreme reluctance advising me unseen.
I had an extensive blood test (388 ringgit, about $120) and all is fine. In fact, the time it has taken to get everything done, I have improved daily to the point that I don’t cough up anything at night and rarely in the day, so for all the consultations and x-rays and blood tests, I have spent hundreds of dollars for nothing more than a little peace of mind—but do you know how many lunches at Ee Beng that is?