Sometimes I get so into writing I forget I am writing to people who genuinely care about me, and don't just need to be entertained. So, I'll be honest with you and say this won't be an entertaining post. I don't want to be dramatic, but truth be told, I am sick, and I'm getting a little sick of it.
I actually picked something up towards the end of my stay in Cagayan. I have been tenaciously attempting to kick this nasty cold single-handedly, but the clinic director took one listen today to my chest and said I'd better go see the pulmonologist. I have pretty much just been lying in bed the past 4 days. Everyone has good strategies for getting better. Eat mangos. Don't eat mangos. Drink calamansi juice. Drink cold water. Drink hot water. Take vitamin C. The best one so far was eat coke boiled with rice. Hmm. Apparently, it has a suburb track record.
Everyone is so kind, and I've really felt loved. Ate Maymay gave me a full-body massage last night. Ate Nifa keeps making calamansi tea for me. Amber helps me rationalize the situation.
As much as being sick is stupid, I can honestly say I'm grateful. I have had a week of spiritual revelation. Normally, I don't read much. Ok I don't read. I mean I love to, but I'm just too busy. Well I've COMPLETED 3 books this week, and I have 3... wait 4 others on the go. This is a substantial record for me. I memorized 60 Cebuano adjectives today. I have thought through problems, come up with solutions, planned, strategized, and contemplated.
I have prayed this week too. I have been talking to God a lot this week, and it's beginning to sound more like a conversation, and less like a telephone recording.
But, I'm missing births right now. And prenatals. And I couldn't go to the jail today. I know these 4 days have not been a waste. But if it's supposed to happen, I really wouldn't mind getting better either.
You know, I'm willing to attempt reading a book with a clear chest on a busy schedule. I think I could swing it.
I actually picked something up towards the end of my stay in Cagayan. I have been tenaciously attempting to kick this nasty cold single-handedly, but the clinic director took one listen today to my chest and said I'd better go see the pulmonologist. I have pretty much just been lying in bed the past 4 days. Everyone has good strategies for getting better. Eat mangos. Don't eat mangos. Drink calamansi juice. Drink cold water. Drink hot water. Take vitamin C. The best one so far was eat coke boiled with rice. Hmm. Apparently, it has a suburb track record.
Everyone is so kind, and I've really felt loved. Ate Maymay gave me a full-body massage last night. Ate Nifa keeps making calamansi tea for me. Amber helps me rationalize the situation.
As much as being sick is stupid, I can honestly say I'm grateful. I have had a week of spiritual revelation. Normally, I don't read much. Ok I don't read. I mean I love to, but I'm just too busy. Well I've COMPLETED 3 books this week, and I have 3... wait 4 others on the go. This is a substantial record for me. I memorized 60 Cebuano adjectives today. I have thought through problems, come up with solutions, planned, strategized, and contemplated.
I have prayed this week too. I have been talking to God a lot this week, and it's beginning to sound more like a conversation, and less like a telephone recording.
But, I'm missing births right now. And prenatals. And I couldn't go to the jail today. I know these 4 days have not been a waste. But if it's supposed to happen, I really wouldn't mind getting better either.
You know, I'm willing to attempt reading a book with a clear chest on a busy schedule. I think I could swing it.
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