Not being one to take the Lord's name in vain, I limit my cursing pretty much to using the word "bloody," and occasionally to the phrase "bloody hell," if things are bleak enough (thank you, James Herriot). I spent most of last night in a terrible state, and am pretty sure that every single curse word in the history of mankind breathed in my brain at some point or another. Thankfully, upon waking I don't remember half of them. Might be tempted to use them again if that were the case. Haven't been this sick since I was eleven. Probably be reduced to a skeleton if I ever even make it home, a shadow of my former self. Bet my parents won't recognize me.
But, I'm feeling well enough to joke, that's something. Being sick in a foreign country sucks, and not just a little. Been torturing myself with visions of mama's tomato soup, broccoli soup, vegetable soup...any kind of anything she makes. Just looking at dinner here makes me ill all over again. Still have a whole week to go. I'm going to die.
I know I'm feeling sorry for myself. Trust me, I know. There might even be a tear or two--I'm such a wimp when I'm sick.
I want to go home.
2 comments:
It's unfortunate that these are the circumstances, but I felt like this post was really well written. I enjoyed it anyway... :) I AM sorry that you're sick though - and in another country at that. I hope you're feeling better quite soon.
Welcome Back! I hope you've managed to get a lid on that mouth of yours.
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