It’s funny how quickly things can change. Yesterday we were trying to make plans for the weekend. Last night I was just trying to survive. I woke suddenly at 2:30 am with a stabbing pain in my gut. I could feel all the muscles in my abdomen starting to tighten up. I went quickly to the bathroom and puked my guts out. That was my routine every 2 hours for the whole day. I didn’t sleep for more than about 45 minutes at a time from 2:30 am on. I had a fever that would spike and then drop and then spike and then drop. We measured it at 101.7. I felt terrible. By morning I looked terrible too.

Our chefs made me a “remedy” they swear by which consisted of mineral water, salt, and lemon. It was really salty. And the carbonated mineral water only added pressure inside my guts, and that wasn’t great. I didn’t drink more than a few sips and it came right back up.

Charmaine brought me a couple bottles of Gatorade from the tienda on her way back from Spanish school. I was able to keep a few sips of it down and it made me feel so much better. By evening I had sipped half the bottle and kept it all down. Brett’s friend Alma and her son Kevin came over to go out to dinner. I wasn’t feeling great so I stayed home. Brett got some Domino’s Pizza for the kids (who didn’t get to go to dinner). It sounded good, but I knew adding grease to a completely empty GI track wasn’t the smartest idea.

Instead of getting a bunch of work done, I got to stay in my room and puke.

Instead of going to the tour of the chocolate factory with everyone else, I got to stay home and puke.

Instead of going out to dinner with Alma and Kevin, I got to stay home. At least I wasn’t puking anymore.

I am not going to eat anything tonight, but if I’m feeling better in the morning I’ll probably have some pan dulce and see how it goes.