Thursday, December 25, 2014

Got in my car and drove to Irvine, where my mom is. Slept in Irvine for the night.

Got on a shuttle and rode to LAX. Met my sister in LAX.

Flew from LAX to Taipei, Taiwan. Taipei is on the north end of the island.

Got picked up by the driver of one of my dad’s colleagues in Taipei. Rode down to Taichung, which is in the middle of the island, and which is where my parents have a condo. Slept in Taichung for the night.

Got picked up by another of my dad’s colleagues and headed to the high-speed-rail station. Got on the train to Tainan. Tainan is on the south end of the island.

Fun fact: in Mandarin, “pei” means “north,” “chung” means “middle,” and “nan” means “south.”

Get it? We Taiwanese people are so creative, right?

Got picked up by yet another of my dad’s colleagues and taken to the hospital. Finally made it to the hospital, three days after leaving my house in San Diego (3.5 if you count the time difference). My dad lives in Taichung, but works in both cities. He happened to be in Tainan when he collapsed.

Geez, dad. Couldn’t you have picked a more convenient place to have your hemorrhage?

Just kidding. I take it back, I take it back. If you ever do this again (and GOD DAMN IT, YOU’D BETTER NOT), don’t have a brain hemorrhage in like Antarctica or something.