When I miss my Mother

Nothing makes you realize that you aren't at home quite like being sick in bed somewhere that your mom can't come take care of you. It's one of the first things you think of when you don't feel so well, but she's not there to tell you it will be okay. It makes you feel very far away. Yesterday was lots of fun. My schedule looked something like, sleep, eat (I could only eat beans and smashed bananas because they are soft), sleep, have some medicine, sleep, have some tea, sleep, more beans etc. etc. My symptoms are mainly a strong sore throat and a very swollen bottom portion of my face, accompanied briefly by a fever last night but that seems to have dissipated. Needless to say, this isn't exactly the common cold. I think I'm keeping in good spirits though. All sicknesses pass and so will mine eventually. This morning though was rather painful. I woke up and couldn't even talk, everything was so swollen. Yesterday I could at least croak out coherent sentences, but today- nope. It was like my mouth was fused shut. Luckily, Cristy had arranged to take me to the hospital in the early morning to see a doctor, I think at the urging or my father. I would have stubbornly insisted that I was fine, but I'm glad we went. When I woke up I was counting the minutes until she was here. I can only communicate through writing on a little pad of paper next to me, so it was rather entertaining attempting to explain to the doctor my symptoms. She did the standard check up but when she tried to open my mouth, it opened up perhaps a centimeter. So swollen. Oh and did I forget to mention my tongue was blue? What was up with that? Anyways, I'll spare you the gross details but apparently I have an infection in my lymph nodes. A shot in the butt for swelling and 4 prescriptions later, I was out of there. I'm restricted to a liquid diet only so I foresee lots of soup. After taking my pain meds I feel quite a bit better and am hoping to be able to get back to work again Monday. I'm also hoping my voice makes a recovery. We shall see.

All news I have from the kids is second hand news. David took the older kids to the fair grounds on Tuesday night. Apparently Venancio got electrocuted for a good 10 to 20 seconds. Ana, one of the Spanish Volunteers, told me about it. She was apparently watching him and when he grabbed onto a bar she thought he was just being hyper, and it took her awhile to realize that he actually had electricity coursing through him. Ha! I can only imagine him waving wildly as she watched him there, unknowing. Poor kid but I've been told he is fine. Natalie and Ethan have been enjoying teaching my kinder class. Apparently they're having even more trouble, if that's possible. Natalie called Kevin a terrorist which sounded about right, and apparently his sister Lissy is the same. Natalie reported that the entire classroom was a huge mess. Ah, gotta love the kindergartners. Korey should be here soon which is exciting. I shall write a big sign out, 'Hi Korey!' on my little note pad. Hahaha. Missing everyone, and not to worry, I shall be fine!