indoor plumbing.

Denise was kind enough to bring me flowers and a candle and
set me up with a movie.  Mike and
Daina ran to the store to pick up some Sprite.  Paul was checking up on me often, quick to offer anything I
needed.  And in between their own
sickness Lindsay and Ashley spent the day offering up prayers on my
behalf.  Coming in to check on me
and pray over me before crawling back into bed themselves.

Yep, I got sick. 
The Romanian food or water or something finally got to me and between
Saturday night and Sunday afternoon I spent upwards of fourteen hours curled up
on the bathroom floor.  It was
anything but awesome.

After what I thought was just a twenty-four hour bug I
started to feel somewhat better.  I
had a little bit of an appetite and was able to eat a rice cake on Sunday
evening.  Monday was Ashley’s
birthday so team goodness. gracious. went into town for lunch and
internet.  After being up and
around for a few hours Lindsay and I decided to go back home.  We crawled into bed and stayed there
for another twenty-four hours.

Tuesday afternoon we just were not getting any better and
everyone decided it would be a good idea for us to go to the doctor.  Are you kidding me?  I hate doctors in the States.  Please do not send me to the hospital
in a foreign country.  It was not up for discussion.  Ashley, Lindsay and I were wisked away
to the local hospital.  Our
contact’s daughter, JuJi was kind enough to drive us and translate and Denise
came along for moral support.

So we pull up to what looks like a World War II hospital.  We follow JuJi to the appropriate
building and wait inside for a few minutes until the doctor is ready to see
us.  We were relatively peppy considering the circumstances.  I think the ridiculousness of it all just made us laugh.  So, I’m thankful for that at least.

So, all three of us are sitting on one small examination
bed.  The Romanian doctor is going
down the line poking and prodding and asking us questions about our bowel
movements and eating habits.

Bonding experience would be quite the understatement.

Finally the doctor decided that the three of us each needed
an IV because we were dehydrated. 
We’re still not exactly sure what was wrong with us [most of it was lost
in translation] but we think it probably has something to do with the food and
water.

So, we took a pill [which we found out later was a sedative
because apparently we were laughing too much in the examination room this is
my life, right.] and got hooked up to our
IV’s.  The IV was supposed to take
just an hour and a half. 

Six hours later we were feeling better and were on our way
home.

Overall, it was a good experience, I suppose.  I’m glad my first adventure with an IV
could be in a foreign country.  I’m
also really glad that Ashley and Lindsay were next to me and going through it,
too.  A big thanks to my entire
team for taking such good care of me.