Sick again. This is fun. I don’t even know what caused it this time, I haven’t eaten anything that strange lately. Kinda sucks that it had to happen on Thanksgiving Day too. No eating monkey today like I had planned. But, Colin and I decided that we would celebrate on Saturday in hopes that I will be back up and running by then. We are planning to make Fufu and buy Tchuc for the monastery as our way of celebrating. It’ll be about as feasty as things get here.
AHHHHHHHHH, this is so frustrating! I don’t mind so much being sick anymore, I have come to more or less expect it. It is the down time that’s the killer part. Partially there isn’t much energy to do anything because food doesn’t stay in my system long enough to get any real nutrition out of it. And there isn’t much to do with the little energy I have. I went on two walks, taught an absolutely lifeless class (which I felt bad about because there is a school-lwide English exam tomorrow), and spent a majority of the day lying in bed…thinking. That’s where I get into trouble. At least on the solitary walks I can get distracted by a butterfly or an interesting photo composition in front of me. But lying in bed, my mind wanders. It doesn’t have anything to occupy it and fill the visual void, so it either imagines or remembers. It did more of the latter today. Generally, I don’t mind trips down memory lane; I rather enjoy them. But not today. Not on the family holiday where everyone but me is together celebrating being together.
I couldn’t help but think about what I would be doing right now (drawing on past memories) if I were at home, even if I was sick. Instead of lying under a mosquito net listening to my body yell and scream at me, I would be sitting on a comfy couch with my feet kicked up watching football while dozing in and out of the tiredness from the overly filling meal around a table of family members. Reminiscing about past Turkey Days I stumbled upon a memory that actually has nothing to do with Turkey Day, but the last time I was bestruck by an unfortunate and untimely trip to the hospital. It actually brought me to laughter as I remembered sitting in the ER constantly asking about the score of a hockey game that I was missing. The real kicker was when I had to go to take a piss and the male nurse handed me something that resembled a milk carton and said to holler if I needed anything else. I would have hollered but I don’t think he could have helped me find my dignity after I almost filled a 1.5 liter container.
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