Well, as Praise would say, "Issshhhh, maiii!"
Things were going really well. I was enjoying my English class (finally). I was building really meaningful relationships. I was loving learning Hindi - do you know I'm already learning to spell using a set of entirely new letters? It's probably more exciting to me than it should be. Even watching the news in Hindi, I find myself searching for letters in words that I can identify. Reading? Don't get me started. I'm still sounding out words like a 7 year old who is 'hook-ed on p-h-on-ics.' The letters, though: they're a great start.
As well as everything was going, I should have known it would soon come to a grinding halt. I was fine, I didn't feel overexerted, I was finally settling into what I like to eat and what schedule I should follow day to day. Two days ago, though, my morning was rendered worthless by some unspeakable and unsettling symptoms. Yesterday I felt much better, but by the evening I was, for lack of better words, completely worn out. This morning I woke up with body aches, climbing fever (i'm at 101.6 so far on a themometer that usually clocks me at 97.1!) and all manner of digestive discomfort. I'm through two liters of water and have made a dent in my gatorade, and Peter prescribed me four different medications that will see me through whatever this infection is. (They were delivered to my doorstep. and they were $3.45.) At this point I'm so weak I can hardly flush my toilet... but before you get too worried, that's actually pretty difficult on a normal day. haha.
If you think of me, please lift me up... I'm sad that this is taking me away from my work and hoping it's as temporary as possible. I'm still trying to take it easy, though, so I don't have any flare-ups later on. I will be wise, but I will not be happy about it. I'm aiming to stay positive and to be as little of a burden as possible to the family I stay with... and I hope to be pain, nausea, heat, and everythingelseunpleasant - free very, very soon.
Love from Delhi,
Julie the debilitated.
Things were going really well. I was enjoying my English class (finally). I was building really meaningful relationships. I was loving learning Hindi - do you know I'm already learning to spell using a set of entirely new letters? It's probably more exciting to me than it should be. Even watching the news in Hindi, I find myself searching for letters in words that I can identify. Reading? Don't get me started. I'm still sounding out words like a 7 year old who is 'hook-ed on p-h-on-ics.' The letters, though: they're a great start.
As well as everything was going, I should have known it would soon come to a grinding halt. I was fine, I didn't feel overexerted, I was finally settling into what I like to eat and what schedule I should follow day to day. Two days ago, though, my morning was rendered worthless by some unspeakable and unsettling symptoms. Yesterday I felt much better, but by the evening I was, for lack of better words, completely worn out. This morning I woke up with body aches, climbing fever (i'm at 101.6 so far on a themometer that usually clocks me at 97.1!) and all manner of digestive discomfort. I'm through two liters of water and have made a dent in my gatorade, and Peter prescribed me four different medications that will see me through whatever this infection is. (They were delivered to my doorstep. and they were $3.45.) At this point I'm so weak I can hardly flush my toilet... but before you get too worried, that's actually pretty difficult on a normal day. haha.
If you think of me, please lift me up... I'm sad that this is taking me away from my work and hoping it's as temporary as possible. I'm still trying to take it easy, though, so I don't have any flare-ups later on. I will be wise, but I will not be happy about it. I'm aiming to stay positive and to be as little of a burden as possible to the family I stay with... and I hope to be pain, nausea, heat, and everythingelseunpleasant - free very, very soon.
Love from Delhi,
Julie the debilitated.
God, I pray that you would heal Julie. Help her to feel her best so that she can continue to serve you. Thank you for her willingness to serve and the passion that you have given her for India. I pray that, healthy or not, you would allow her to continue to build friendships and to influence those around her for you. Amen.
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