I don't know why, but it seems like when I move somewhere new - I get sick. Thankfully this just seems to be a 24 hour stomach bug. Not nearly as dramatic as getting appendicitis in Thailand. But as my dad always says - throwing up feels about as close to death as you can get. In fact, vomitting is so awful that it's almost like going through the stages of grieving:
1) Denial - I'm not going to get sick. I'm just feeling nauseous for a second. No, no, no, this is not going to turn into anything more.
2) Anger - Are you freaking kidding me? I cannot be sick again. This is just ridiculous. I am not getting sick in another foreign country so just forget it.
3) Bargaining - Ok God, just let me throw up now and get it over with. Obviously something inside needs to come out, so let's just get sick and be done with it and go on with the day.
4) Depression - Woe is me!!!!!!!! This is the worst feeling ever. I'm pretty sure that a good torture technique would be to put vomit up people's noses cause it burns and its awful and.....woe is me!
5) Acceptance - Well at least I've made it back to bed now. I'm sick. So what. It's raining outside anyway so there is nothing fun going on out there. And I need to study for my ethics exam, so I'll just spend the day in bed and pretend I planned it this way.
Thankfully my partner in crime is good at looking after me when I'm sick. Doctors make HORRIBLE patients (well, I hope other doctors make horrible patients....otherwise I'm just big a whiner).
Love
Pamela
p.s. No news yet on a house or a car....but by this weekend we should have everything settled :)
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