Health

I have been sick more in these past 9 months than I have ever been probably in my whole life. Well, maybe that's a bit of an exaggeration, but in such a short time, it's true.

I've gotten sick with stomach problems trying to adjust to the food, I've had numerous colds, etc. I even got such a bad cold, maybe it was the flu, because I had body aches and a high fever. After that, I had a lingering cough for two weeks, and at the end of those two weeks, ended up with tonsillitis.

But to be honest, those sicknesses were not as bad as this past Easter Sunday and Monday morning. The Thursday before, Nestor and I had gone to a seafood restaurant to have lunch. I was actually craving fish; I rarely do. So we had lunch and almost immediately after that my stomach wasn't too happy. Without going into details, it passed by evening, and I was thankful. Friday and Saturday passed without anything happening and I thought nothing of Thursday. Sunday came and I actually had breakfast. After that when Nestor and I headed to church, I started to feel nauseous. I just thought it was because sometimes I get nauseous in the morning and it would pass. By the time the service ended, it got a little stronger and my stomach started to hurt a little. I kept thinking that maybe it was in my mind. When they announced that there was cake and a potluck lunch, I felt repulsed by the idea of eating any of that. By the time I got lunch, I could barely eat. I steadily felt worse and worse. And by the time Nestor finished his cake, I told him that I wanted to go so I could lay down. I went to go lay down, and soon after that, the vomiting commenced. I was sick like that all night and couldn't keep anything down, not the electrolyte drink that I got, not the vomiting and pain medicine, nothing. In the morning, I was drained, not having slept all night. Nestor came over in the morning and seeing that I could barely stand insisted that I go to the doctor. The landlady at Nestor's house accompanied me to the doctor since Nestor had to go to work, which was awfully kind of her. Her friend, Arturo, drove us to the doctor and he even paid for part of my medical expenses. I had never even met him before. Such a kind guy. The doctor told me that had an E Coli infection and told me that I needed IV fluids for being so dehydrated and to inject some medicine so that I wouldn't throw that up too. I had to stay in the clinic for 3 more hours with an IV in my arm. I hate needles, and I had IV. So it was not fun. The nurse didn't do a very good job because it hurt a lot and now my arm is bruised. I'm feeling much better now and am just now able to eat almost normal food. I was on a diet of just crackers and gatorade for a couple days. Today I was able to eat bland rice and bland chicken. A little step up. I'm nervous to eat anything more than that.

So it's was an interesting end to Easter. Nestor has been sick too and still trying to get over his illness, poor guy. I hate that it's not easy for me to jump in a car and go see him to make sure he's okay. It really bothers me that I can't do that here. :( He'll be okay. At least his Aunt is taking care of him and he's not alone. I'm thankful for that.

Hopefully neither one of us will get sick anymore. I hope this last one was the last of it for me. I've never had stomach illnesses before. I'd prefer a cold over that any day.