Warning
to the weak of heart: I’m sick, and this post is going to tell you about it.
Yesterday,
right after writing up my last blog post, I went out to the city to see if I couldn't
find a place with wifi and a plug in so I could finally get my blog caught up.
While I was out, I also stopped by the library to find out just what exactly I
needed to bring in to set up an account (passport and registration form: I’m
set). But about an hour out I started feeling ill. It was hot, so I figured it
was just a bit of a heat thing. I have a tendency to feel ill if it’s really
hot – and this wasn’t really hot, but
I hadn’t had much water, so…yeah.
But I kept feeling worse, until every whiff of
cigarette smoke made me feel like I was going to lose it, and I finally
thought, to heck with it, I'm going home.
And
then, about halfway home, I did lose
it. In the middle of a very public pedestrian
shopping area. I managed to stagger to a trashcan, so at least I wasn’t
humiliated by leaving a mess all over the sidewalk, but now I had humiliation
piled on top of the whole “I don’t feel well” thing. I hurried away from the
scene of my crime, only to become a repeat offender two streets later.
I swear,
I felt like everyone in the world was staring at me. I hate drawing attention to myself in public, and this is way worse
than having an overly-loud laugh, or suddenly realizing your fly is unzipped.
The one thing in my favor is that no one wants
to look at a sick person – people instinctively look away. And I certainly
wasn’t looking closely at them. So
even if I were to run into any of these people again, they woulnd’t remember
me. The worse part was how long it took
to get home, and how I didn’t know what to do – it’s not like there are public
restrooms around here. And all my senses were turned up on high: everything was
too bright, too loud, too smelly, too much.
And I
had to stop a third time (this time, I found a secluded place in the park to
unceremoniously dispose of everything I'd eaten in the last three days) before
I got home. Then I spent half the night shivering so hard I thought I would
shake to bits, even thought I was bundled up in a sweater and buried under five
blankets. The other half of the night, I felt so hot I could have power an
industrial oven.
I do NOT
deal well with being sick. I'm generally a healthy person – I haven't been
stay-in-bed sick in nearly five years, and haven't been tossing-my-cookies sick
in even longer than that. So, of course, I feel quite sorry for myself. I am
glad, however, that this happened while I was alone and technically on break,
so I didn’t have to also deal with guilt of “missing work” or Anna feeling like
she had to take care of me.
I’m
hoping that the whole ordeal is nothing more than a little bout of food
poisoning – not sure what gave it to me, but I have a few theories (frozen
pizza that may have not been entirely frozen now that I think about it, potato
soup that sat out overnight, a bad tea bag – is that a thing?). And I feel much
better this morning – the fever is pretty much gone, and while I haven’t eaten
anything the thought of food isn’t just entirely off-putting. So we’ll see.
Fascinating
update, no? And here you thought you were reading this blog for the pictures of
foreign cities and witty observations on German culture. Didn’t realize you
were getting in for a bucket-load of complaining too, didja? LOL.
Honestly,
the most annoying thing right now is that I don’t really have Internet access
(I can see Facebook, barely, and I can look stuff up if I need to but it takes
longer than dialup) so I can’t even post this blog entry until at least…Well,
probably, like, Monday. Because nothing is open (therefore: no wifi) on Sunday.
Sorry
for the rant – I should be back to normal blogging-ness soon.
~Mags
So very, very sorry for your suffering, sweetheart. Wish we could have done something for you. Love you. Glad you're feeling better. Get lots of rest!
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Didn't realize that when I posted my comment on your previous blog that you had posted it before you illness. Still glad that you are better. Gramma
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