healed.

so to preface this post i would like to revert back to some previous thoughts that i had sitting in the travel doctor´s office a week before i left... "oh i´ll never get THAT one, i´m stronger than most people" and "ew. sick who gets THAT?" or "seriously... he just said that." and even "i´m going to be fine"... WELL, if you´re familiar with the saying "pride comes before the fall," you must know that i just tripped and fell on the biggest stone, scraping my whole body on the roughest, rockiest concrete you could ever imagine. i´ve never been so sick or felt so close to death. why does it have to get people in such a bad way. i don´t understand.

it started friday.. i knew i was about to get the gnarliest sore throat. i just knew. i wasn´t the biggest faker when i was little, although i can´t lie that i loved staying home from school-- i´m not going to make something out of nothing just to get a day off..but yeah, i knew it was coming. i went to cusco (mistake #1) and didn´t sleep much friday night. mcdonalds calls so late at night it´s ridiculous. learn some manners :)

ok so saturday we just hung around. didn´t really do anything (including not drinking water--mistake #2) and so i became insanely dehydrated and then decided to stay out late yet again. around 2am i realized that my skin hurt, knew i should leave, but pushed through until lib was ready to go(4:00, mistake #3). you can imagine that when i woke up sunday morning and LITERALLY couldn´t move without gasping for air from the pain, i wasn´t surprised.

so yeah, couldn´t move, FEVER LIKE WHOA and i was throwing up on both ends. ok.. the sheets hurt my body. taking a shower was the equivalent to not wearing sunscreen at the big kahuna on the hottest, sunniest day of the summer and then asking your mom to scratch your back while she pours hot wax all over it. i wish that i could say that i´m having one of an awesome exaggerating moment. i´m not.

so we were supposed to check out at 9am but i was not available for motion until around 7 pm. my sister and my dear friend Kathleen brought me things throughout the day and made sure that no one at the desk bothered me. we finally headed home and i slept a ton for the next couple of days, missing work, meals and time with the family and other volunteers who came to pisac. it was kinda tragic in a way.. i watched every episode of "curb your enthusiasm" that exists.

so now i´m better and super excited to be out of my dark cave of a room. now people think i´m on something. just life, people. i´m going to urubamba tonight for the pub quiz, which thank goodness i don´t have to do, and i´m going to eat some amazing food. so excited.

so this is why i´ve been a huge email sketch, but i promise i´m working on those. i just want to be thorough with yall and sometime i don´t have as much time as i want to say it all (i just said that in my stuart´s mom voice, btw, much funnier)...

peace.