Not everybody who's taught English in Japan knows the Japanese word for chicken pox, but I do: mizubousou. Not everybody who's taught English in Japan has gone to work with chicken pox, either, but I did, mostly because I'm stupid, and also because the day it dawned on me that the flu (with strange scabs) was actually chicken pox coincided with my very last day of work in Japan ever, and I didn't want to miss the enormous farewell party my students were throwing me.
|Spot the chicken pox ... sorry Maki! Hope you didn't get sick|
So work I did, under an extra layer of make-up so as not to freak out my students (they didn't care), and with the requirement that staff asked my students first whether or not they still wanted to take my lessons (they all did). Then we partied. I think the adrenalin buzz of finishing up at the school, getting tonnes of presents, and having a great farewell party probably got me through the sickest day of chicken pox without feeling too bad. I did sleep for a full day after that though!
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