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Sick in Scotland. Again.

Two years ago, my trip to Scotland took a surprise turn when I got influenza. The actual influenza. I didn't leave my room for 4 days.

Last night, I once again got hit. It started out with a couple of rosy cheeks. I thought, Wow, I'm pretty tired.

Then it was dinner time. I wasn't really hungry, but I thought, No, I should definitely eat something. Nachos were a bad idea.

For the record, I would rather be ill with strep throat or bronchitis or something equally terrible for a WEEK than spend ONE night vomiting. It's just the most terrible feeling on earth.

By bedtime, my stomach was aching and my head was throbbing. I'm not sure if this is one illness or two at once. Three and a half sleepless hours later, I spent a little time in the bathroom. Three and a half hours after that, I should have been getting up for the day.

Instead, I rolled over and slept for a few hours more. And then a few hours after that.

In between naps, I have poached internet to catch up on emails from friends, the latest Olympics news (gold medal number 2!), and the 200+ items in my Google Reader.

Now it is evening, and I can't sleep again until bedtime. Or else I won't sleep at bedtime.

One of the students came by with an entire loaf of bread, crackers, and tea. She found out which I wanted then went down to the kitchen to prepare it. Brought it back, and told me about her day.

She is a sweetheart who oozes joy. Before she left, she asked if she could pray for me. And in her heartfelt prayer, I was encouraged.

I could spend the rest of the night watching TV online - I am falling behind on AND Bones, House AND The Office. But instead, I think I am going to open up my Bible and my journal spend some time with Jesus.

And then I'm going to sleep.

Comments

steph said…
oh brutal. i remember being sick-buddies with you last time, sorry to hear it strikes again, eek!
afro-chick said…
oh dear!
are you feeling any better?
are you back yet?!!

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