Learning from Mistakes
Once again, I must learn the difficult way…this time it was listen to the doctors, do not think things will get better on their own. Without going into a lot of detail that nobody wants to read, I have been having stomach issues for two weeks. The first week I thought, “well, maybe it is my body adjusting…” and this past week it was “okay enough of this.” Yet I waited until the end of the second week of this to call the doctor (this past Friday), by which time I was going downhill rapidly, and sat through class (and a meeting at the school) with a 102 fever, body aches, splitting headache and the original symptom. By the time I got home, I was in tears and my host mom, who had not talked to the doctor yet, was worried, and looking up the word for ‘grief’ in the dictionary – she thought I was homesick. I finally got to the doctor and he explained things to her, by which time I had taken the first dose of antibiotics and crawled, shivering, under one of the quilts on my bed, and just laid there. Three hours later (7:30), the Babusya came in to tell me it was dinner time. Eat? Hell no. I said “я не хочу їсте”, which means “I don’t want to eat,” which did not go over real well with her, so I agreed to have tea. When she left, I pulled out the rest of my bed, changed into pajamas, and went to bed for the night.
Yesterday I spent the day convalescing, and watched movies all day. No kidding – I watched six movies yesterday.
So the lesson in all of this is listen to the doctors and call them early. Don’t do what I did, which was go downhill for two weeks, visibly so in the last day or two, until getting really sick. Call early and prevent it. Not only was I sick, but I was crabby because I was sick, and no one really likes it when people are crabby in class, especially in such a small group.
Well this was not the most upbeat post, but it was honest…