Two sick kittens...

Brent and I enjoyed a great visit from my father in law this past week.  We showed him around our favorite spots in Bangalore, shared some great food, and visited Delhi and Agra to see the Taj Mahal.  It was so nice to see him, and he and Mama Louie sent some great treats from the States for us.  So fun!

The day that Steve was supposed to head back home (Tuesday), I started feeling really sick and didn’t get out of bed the entire day.  All I could do was lay there and moan.  It’s probably the 2^nd sickest I’ve ever been (the only other time was when I had the flu).  I thought I might die.  At around 4pm, Brent started feeling it.  Poor Steve took a cab to the airport by himself while Brent and I laid pitifully at the apartment trying to rest.  We had to sleep in different rooms that night, because he had the chills and I was sweating so we needed different room temperatures. 

We both spent the entire day yesterday laying in our separate rooms like weak kittens, occasionally calling out to each other “you ok?...I love you”.  It was pretty pathetic.  I’m not sure what in the world we ate that made us so sick, but it hit hard and furious.  What’s strange is that Dad Louie never got it, so he must have a crazy good immune system.

Brent’s better today (Thursday) and went back to work.  I’m still down but feeling slightly better, so I’m hoping that another day at home will help me get back to normal so that I can go back to work tomorrow.

I honestly think I’ve been sick more times in the last 3 months than I’ve been in the last 3 years combined.  It’s funny how every time someone says they’re sick at home, you automatically assume it’s a cold/flu type of thing.  I’ve come to realize that there’s a common understanding in India that when someone says they’re sick, it’s almost definitely a stomach issue.  Totally different meaning, and it makes me laugh that everyone knows exactly what you’re talking about when I say I’m home sick.  You have to get very comfortable with people discussing how frequently you’ve thrown up and/or had diarrhea like it’s nothing at all!  It’s just common vocabulary. 

Well the countdown is on.  I head home in 2 weeks and 5 days.  I can’t believe it!  Seems like I was just counting down the last 2 weeks before I came TO India!  Brent will come back 3 weeks after me.  I know he’s ready to come home too, so I’ll feel sad leaving him behind.  But he has a little more work to finish up, and those 3 weeks will fly. 

Well typing has taken the last remaining energy that I had, so now I have to rest so that my body can fight whatever this is off.  The silver lining is that we’ll have super-human immune systems and stomachs of steel when we come home!