It felt like bugs were crawling all over legs, scratching me everywhere. When I realized I could open my eyes, I saw the 2 Honduran nurses crouched in front of me, pulling my legs out from under me. Why am I on the floor?
Why was I on the floor?
2 reasons:
Central American summer season, and dehydration.
It all started with the 3 cutest toddlers I've ever met. These 3 toddlers, who I was in charge of babysitting on Tuesday, are crazy for water and water bottles. So naturally, I let them carry mine around all day. Since they slobbered over it something nasty, I skipped drinking that day.
Come Wednesday, replace 3 toddlers with 3 babies, and it's the same story.
Thursday at 4:30 a.m., after a full night of tossing and turning, I stumbled to the outdoor toilet to timely release liquid from my body by every physical means possible. About 6 a.m. Gracie was beside my bed with 3 different pills and orders to drink electrolyte-induced water.
A few hours later I threw them all up, was (slowly) marched to the next door neighbor for an anti-nausea injection (where nobody likes getting shots) then told to sit, drink and try to stop sweating.
After sitting a little and drinking a little less, I made a justified dash for the toilet, then proceeded to reap the consequences of having virtually no liquid available for some vital organs.
Those who were watching/participating tell this part better than I do. Apparently I looked "deader than all the dead people I've seen" (thanks, Jo), and like a "deflated balloon" all puckered up. Jordan says she's never seen the colour drain from a person's face that fast, and others agree that I don't look good with white lips.
The last thing I saw was Michelle coming to grab me. Her and Jordo walked me to the car in which Gracie whisked Jordo, Jeanette and I to the medical clinic. My blood pressure was 80/40. After some assessment I received 1 liter of saline drip through an IV with some other injections and possibly pills. (The injection from earlier made me really sleepy, so I don't remember everything.)
One thing I do remember is the nurse preparing to give me an injection. I asked her what it was, and she mumbled something untranslatable, then looked at me and said "le duele mucho" (it's gonna hurt)! So we don't know what you're putting in my arm, aside from the fact it's gonna hurt a lot? …Doctor?!
After the sleep and saline I was feeling better and asked if I could walk around. They said sure, so with the IV in tow, we walked to the waiting room, the only room with A/C. As soon as I made it and sat down, I felt really lightheaded so decided to head back to the bed. I stood up, took one step, and passed out. Luckily Jeanette was there, pulled me back from falling on my face, then lowered me to the ground for the most graceful collapse those nurses have ever (helplessly) watched.
One more bag of saline and another injection later, and we were finally released. The next few days were up and down, with more injections, pills, peppermint oil, and horrible amounts of water.
Lesson learned: Sharing is not always caring, and when you think you can't possibly drink more water, you're halfway there. Also, time for a new water bottle!
Thank you all for your prayers for continued health. This could have been a lot worse than it was! 
