I've been battling some sort of mysterious illness since Sunday. It has taken the wind out of my sails and left me scratching my head with diagnostic guesses. Doctor treat thyself. Of course everyone has some opinion of what is ailing me and what I need to do to get better. I have decided it is a toss up between something I got from bad fish and Dengue fever.
Patrick left for the States on Monday to visit his family for Thanksgiving. Silvia and her daughter Yvertha moved in to keep me company while Patrick is away. They insisted that I should not be alone. They are a family away from family, and their busy energy and calm presence fills the silence and chases away emptiness. Their company has been especially nice since I haven't felt like myself and my energy is sapped while Solomon's--of course--is not.
I'm not used to being fussed over. But Silvia and Yvertha are determined to heal me with TLC. The mini-pharmacy of meds I'm taking is not enough in their opinion. They've made several juices for me to drink, bean sauce over rice for vitamins, and prayed for me aloud morning and night.
Silvia just got back from the market. She went to get ingredients to make a special soup for me today to bring me back to health.
The "special ingredient" was goat meat.
I've seen what that looks like in the street market. There is no shortage of flies and stink. UNLESS it was freshly slaughtered. (groan)
She was disappointed because they didn't have any goat's heads which give people EXTRA force and would certainly cure my ailment. (ORRRRR send me heaving to the bathroom.) Oh how I'd much prefer chicken noodle soup.
I have to get well soon or this homeremedy might just finish me off.
P.S. It is 6am. Raw meat of any kind, much less GOAT is too much to stomach (in sickness or in health) at 6am. I'm just sayin'.
Really, I feel very loved. A little scared, but mostly loved.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
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