
It’s our first month here.
I move like a grandma.
I can’t do what I want to do…like run or play with the kids or even attend church.
I am exhausted after performing small tasks like refilling my water bottle.
I have nowhere to run to b/c I’m too tired to go anywhere.
Couldn’t talk to anyone from home b/c I wasn’t healthy enough to go into town.
5 days of not knowing what was wrong with me & thinking I was getting better.
Instead of eating what everyone else gets to eat during mealtime, I get a roll of bread.
No dairy.
No carbonated drinks.
No coffee.
No spicy food.
No volleyball.
Water & Gatorade are the only 2 drinks allowed.
0 Goodnights of sleep (w/out being disturbed by animals, not being able to fall asleep, waking up crying b/c my head hurts or I have to throw up)
Being asked by everyone, “How are you feeling?” (I know they all mean well.)
I saw the doctor today & after poking my stomach & drawing blood, he ruled that it isn’t Typhoid but a bacterial infection. aka Travelers Diarrhea w/out the Diarrhea, so I call it “Travelers”. 10 days of medicine, much rest, & a strict diet…I should be back to normal pretty soon.
I will end with the great parts about being sick:
I get to sit here & listen to my brothers & sisters next-door praise God in Spanish. That’s the best!
I get to partake in His many blessings. Ex. The family I am staying with has shown concern for me, told me to go to the doctor & even drove me to town to see one.
I get some rest w/the Lord. He helped me finish a book =)
I have had some days reconnecting with my squad in Palenque (since my team is about 45 minutes outside the city).
I get to get humble…=/