I’m glad to hear that some of you are enjoying my tales of woe and awe at my time in a different country. I may write for me but I also do enjoy reading the comments of others. It makes me feel much more connected.
The last two days have been…interesting to say the least. I don’t quite recall the exact happenstances but I do know this: Emma is sick.
Emma is a friend of mine that I’ve invited to join me on this trip and she is completely awestruck at the world we live in. Yesterday was her first full official day, today would be the second, and unfortunately she’s caught a bug. A similar bug to the one that struck my Grandma the day she landed.
It’s unfortunate to be sick in a different country and very worrisome. My grandma has lived here, when she’s sick, we know how to heal her. We know it’s not too serious but Emma is a foreigner. Her body isn’t adjusted to the air, the culture, the environment and we’re wracking our brains to figure out why and how she got ill.
She’s stubborn and for the longest time, refused to see a doctor and I’m inclined to agree with her based on the fact that I trust her. My family however, does not, and after much pleading from everyone, she agreed.
And a doctor came – making a house call and forcing her to rest in bed as they hooked her up to an IV I was in charge of watching.
She’s just finished. We swapped out the medicine, helped her around, and now she’s put to rest. I’m not sure how much she wants me to say so I won’t say very much at all other than that she’s being watched for and looked after.
She has one more IV tomorrow to do and she should be fine.
I know her and she knows herself, we know she’ll be okay, but that doesn’t change the fact that we’re concerned and we want to take care of her. It’s difficult trying to respect the wishes of your friend (because she does know her own body after all) but also wanting to do something for her.
I’m worried but trying not to seem too worried because she already has enough people to be worried about her and I definitely do trust her.
I also trust the doctor though.
Anyway, I’ll just continue to be there for her at her bedside when she needs me to be. And I’ll keep being amused by how the medicine in the syringes enter her body.
Until she’s better we’re going to stay here and rest up.
I confess to being worried about my own well being. Between my grandma, my cousin, and Emma, there is a very real chance of me falling ill next.