I tell the story about the host-grandmum sticking my thumbs with needles when I had a stomachache because releasing my black blood should cure me.
Korean man: “Did it work?”
Me: “No. But I lied and said that it did.”
He says that if he is really sick, well, of course he would see his doctor. But if he is only a little sick, then maybe he would use Korean traditional medicine. I say, if I am only a little sick I do nothing.
Korean man: “Nothing?”
Me: “I do nothing. I wait for it to pass.”
Korean man: “Well that’s just,” he pauses, searching for the word: “stupid!”