Sick in a foreign country

It's 9:30 AM and I'm supposed to be at school right now. Obviously, I am not. I'm at Mary's house, typing on her computer, not feeling well. I've spent I'd say the last 12 hours or so feeling not so well in a significant way. I'm going to have to go to the doctor, and to be perfectly honest, it's not an experience I'm looking forward to at all. Even though the doctor I go to will be able to speak some sort of English, it's just not an experience I think will be enjoyable or fun in the least.



In other news, however, obtaining my apartment hit a speedbump in the form of a strike. The landlady couldn't get the water turned on because of the strike, I couldn't go to the bank because of the strike, etc. so I spent the night at Mary's last night. (She and Eylon were kind, generous, selfless, and generally amazing enough to come help me haul all SIX bags full of my stuff from the dorm to their apartment last night.) The strike is over, thankfully, and the landlady said she'd get the water turned on today. If all goes well, I should get the keys this afternoon sometime. However, I've grown accustomed to the laid-back, Israeli way, and will actually be rather surprised if I end up with keys to the apartment by the end of the day today. We shall see.



I have to go dig out my list of doctor's from one of the many suitcases I brought over last night. (It's amazing how my belongings went from two suitcases and a backpack to three suitcases, two backpacks, one large vacuum-seal bag (wouldn't fit in any of the suitcases), and a box. I didn't really pack yesterday, I just sort of tossed.) Anyway, that's all for now. I'll be sure to update you later on today on the status of the quest for the keys to my apartment.



As a quick end-note though, I must say that I'm kind of relieved to be sick. Being physically sick for me, it usually makes me sad, because it makes me miss my Mom (she usually took pretty good care of me when I was sick, even though she was usually sick too). When I'm away from "home," being sick is always even worse because of that...and when I was laying in the bathroom of my dorm room yesterday, I kept on thinking, "I hate being anonymously sick." And it made sense in my head, I meant that to be sick in a foreign country, by yourself, it's just sorta sad. Thanks to wonderful Mary and Eylon, I was not sick by myself in a foreign country for long. Anyway though, the feeling of relief comes from just getting the experience over with - I've been sick, I've been sad about being sick in a place REALLY far away from "home," and now I just need to go to the doctor and move on with life. Make sense? Hope so.