So ... it happened. I got sick. I knew it was inevitable, and by George it was.
It all started Saturday with some seemingly innocent pizza at a mall in Lima. I felt fine --or at least I THOUGHT I felt fine. Until suddenly--BAM. A night full of horrible groaning, disgusting scenes of which I will spare you, and prayers for God either to kill me or heal me.
I spent all day Monday in bed -- mostly in tears -- holding my stomach and trying to sleep. Suni, our rock star Peace Corps doctor, diagnosed me with a bacterial infection and prescribed me some anitbiotics and Dramamine. And ta-da! Two days later I can eat again! ¡Qué milagro!
I share this because it´s a tiny little victory for me. A small mark of honor etched into my memory, proving to myself I was here. I came stomach to face with my first bacterial microbe and won! I´m really in the Peace Corps! Granted, it wasn´t an ameoba or anything, but I still have two years left. *crosses fingers* Here´s hoping!
... kidding.
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However bright and shining my thoughts may be on Peace Corps, these words are my own and do not reflect the thoughts and idealogies of the PC or the United States government. ... Just sayin´.
2 comments:
i came and visited you. your sister said you were resting and shouldn't be bothered. I don't know if she passed along the message. glad you're feeling better...
That sounds miserable, but, um congrats? I think that's appropriate, and I'm glad you're better! Keep eating that delicious fruit -- I miss you!
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