Je suis encore vivivante!

Well, I must say, it has certainly been a rough 24 hours.

So I got back Sunday night from Belgium and wasn’t feeling 100%, but figured a good night’s sleep would fix everything.  I woke up late Monday morning feeling okay, but shortly after lunch things started going downhill.  I was trying to work on my French paper and my oral presentation, both of which were due today.  However, I was having trouble concentrating as the nausea began to set in.

Almost without warning, I sat straight up, ran down our creaking spiral staircase (which is no easy feat, might I add), and ‘tossed my cookies’ in our beautifully decorated bathroom.  This was only the first of eleven times.

For the rest of the day, I tried finishing my assignments, but to no avail; I was growing achier, more tired, and more nauseous by the minute.  By the time 10:30pm rolled around, I knew there was no way I was going to be able to go to class, let alone give an oral presentation.  Between my typical nervousness of speaking in front of people, plus the fact that it would be in French, in addition to the fact that I was throwing up every 45 minutes…well, let’s just say these conditions wouldn’t have been the most conducive to giving a solid presentation.

I slept on the couch for several reasons: I would be closer to the bathroom, I wouldn’t contaminate mine and Kelsey’s room, and simply because my body was not capable of walking up the stairs anymore.  I had a fitful sleep (if it can even be classified as a sleep), and still felt awful this morning.

Simone and Kelsey are amazing roommates.  Simone ran out last night to pick up a loaf of bread and some bananas for me to eat today, and Kelsey has been waiting on me hand and foot, making sure I have fresh water and enough to eat.  I don’t know what I’d do without them!

Anyways, so I was going to call a doctor to come check me out, but my program coordinator suggested I just go to the pharmacy first to see if they could prescribe me anything that would help.  I stumbled my way around the corner to the nearest one, and the doctor/pharmacist (because they are both capable of prescribing medicine, from what I understand) gave me some miracle pills that are actually meant for motion sickness…but for some reason, cured me.  Between that and the Advil, I have once more entered the world of the living.

Now, on to the oodles and oodles of reading, of which I’ve already fallen behind…