Wow! I am so glad that May is finally here. The past 2 months have not been much fun for me. I had gotten sick a lot, and I was under a lot of stress to complete several projects. I’ve had a huge pile of work to complete and it was hard to see when it would finally ends.
Now that May is here, I feel like I can finally breathe. I have completed most of my work for my projects, and school ends in 4 weeks. So everything is winding down. It’s really nice. The weather is beautiful, and I have the time to enjoy it. And I love that it’s no longer pitch-black at 5 o’clock.
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sick. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Wednesday, April 11, 2012
Big Baby
Unfortunately, I have been getting sick a lot lately. At first, I thought it might be allergies since it all started about when spring weather was arriving. However, it has become clear that is not it.
Some of it isn’t really new; since I’ve been in Moldova, my stomach hasn’t felt normal. I definitely don’t get a balanced diet here, many foods aren’t cooked properly, and basic sanitary practices are not followed here. These factors added together result in my stomach never feeling great. I can’t remember the last time my stomach wasn’t bothering me.
The thing is that I got sick in America, too. But somehow, being sick in Moldova is so much worse. My sicknesses aren’t necessarily worse, except for the whole stomach thing; the act of being sick in Moldova is not preferable. I guess being sick any place isn’t preferable. But I’m noticing that I react to “small” illnesses more extremely. For example, if I had a headache when I was working in America, I would drink some water and carry on with my day. But when I get a headache here, I go home as soon as possible, bury my head in my pillow, and try to shut the world out. I guess being away from home and being sick is too much for me. Or I’m just turning into a big baby.
Some of it isn’t really new; since I’ve been in Moldova, my stomach hasn’t felt normal. I definitely don’t get a balanced diet here, many foods aren’t cooked properly, and basic sanitary practices are not followed here. These factors added together result in my stomach never feeling great. I can’t remember the last time my stomach wasn’t bothering me.
The thing is that I got sick in America, too. But somehow, being sick in Moldova is so much worse. My sicknesses aren’t necessarily worse, except for the whole stomach thing; the act of being sick in Moldova is not preferable. I guess being sick any place isn’t preferable. But I’m noticing that I react to “small” illnesses more extremely. For example, if I had a headache when I was working in America, I would drink some water and carry on with my day. But when I get a headache here, I go home as soon as possible, bury my head in my pillow, and try to shut the world out. I guess being away from home and being sick is too much for me. Or I’m just turning into a big baby.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
Cognac Makes All Right
Well, I’m sick for the first time. Noting serious, just a head cold, but it’s quite annoying. Parascovia noticed Friday night I had a sniffly nose. But it wasn’t until yesterday morning that she became quite motherly. She made me drink tea, which I wanted already, before she pulled out all the contents from the refrigerator for me to eat. It took some time to explain that all I wanted was bread. And then during lunch today, she once again wanted me to eat my weight in food.
While I was finishing washing my dishes, she noticed that I was wearing socks instead of slippers. So she went to get her pile of slippers for me right away. And this morning she fussed at me because I wasn’t wearing them.
The best part was when Parascovia insisted that I take a shot of cognac yesterday morning. I told her I didn’t want it (it was 8:00 in morning, after all), but she was insistent, saying that it will clear my head. Then Roman joined in insisting, so I caved. And she offered cognac once more at lunch yesterday. She didn’t seem to understand that I simply didn’t want any. She just assumed that I had taken medicine, so I couldn’t have any. Anyways, I think I’ll be healthy enough to go to school tomorrow, so maybe the cognac did work.
While I was finishing washing my dishes, she noticed that I was wearing socks instead of slippers. So she went to get her pile of slippers for me right away. And this morning she fussed at me because I wasn’t wearing them.
The best part was when Parascovia insisted that I take a shot of cognac yesterday morning. I told her I didn’t want it (it was 8:00 in morning, after all), but she was insistent, saying that it will clear my head. Then Roman joined in insisting, so I caved. And she offered cognac once more at lunch yesterday. She didn’t seem to understand that I simply didn’t want any. She just assumed that I had taken medicine, so I couldn’t have any. Anyways, I think I’ll be healthy enough to go to school tomorrow, so maybe the cognac did work.
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