I have spent another 36 hours deathly sick. I don’t know what keeps getting me here. Normally I have what I consider to be a strong immune system, but every germ in this country seems to have gotten to me. Well, that’s a slight exaggeration, I don’t seem to have malaria or dengue fever or typhoid, so that’s a positive. It’s so hard to be sick, then nearly better, then totally sick again, and over and over.
At this point, we are just counting down the days to go home. Get home, get moved, get healthier, get on with getting on. Think about what our future holds.
It’s funny to hear my husband say, “when we get on the plane, I am eating EVERYTHING!” i guess it’s because he was so sick on the way over that he rejected every meal, and now we have had such a hard time with what we assume is food-bourne illness here, he is just waiting with baited breathe for something he feels is safe. He’s also listed all the foods he wants to eat at home. I am dreaming about fresh produce and milk. We have only found UHT milk here, which is in a tetra pack and is only good for 48 hours after opening. It’s just odd.