I just recovered from 3 days of on and off vomiting and
diarrhea – it’s actually lucky that it hasn’t hit me before this. Thanks to Karena
and my roomie Allison I brought medicine with me for that, but unfortunately it
didn’t really help much.
On day 2 I returned to work for an important (lunch)
meeting. Since it was a lunch meeting though, refusing food was not an option
(my stomach took revenge later).
In general, as soon as my host family heard I was sick, they
urged me to eat lots. I explained to them that even a sip of water caused me to
throw up, so I’d rather not eat anything. They still kept offering me food. My
host dad insisted that the only way to fight an upset stomach is to eat a lot.
I respectfully repeatedly declined, and succeeded in not
eating on day 3. When I told them I would drink juice, they bought me 3
different kinds of juice, and went to town to get ice cubes (our fridge broke
weeks ago) and crackers. And when I reappeared from my room this morning,
Jayheart ran up to hug me. My host family is the SWEETEST!
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