Sorry I haven't written anything new in almost two weeeks.. not too much exciting has been going on, however, I have been busy with my new schedule of new German classes (now Mon/Tues/Weds for 2 hours every night) and my 2 hour lax practices in Cologne on Thursday night. Although, EXCITING NEWS! I opened up my own German bank account! Wahoooo! So I'm becoming more and more of an "unofficial-but official" German everyday ;) But that is not what I wanted to write about. Let's talk about my recent dance with death. So this past Friday, Lisa and I had both noticed that Emilian was not acting much like himself. He was sleeping more than usual and just not really interested in playing. Lisa said that she thought he might be getting sick. A little bit later that day, around 3 or 4 or so, Emilian really started to get sick. He was vomiting and just an all around sick bear cub :( Lisa had called the doctor who told her he sounded like he had Rotavirus, which is extremely common in infants. She gave Lsa the name of an electrolyte powder to add to some water to give to him etc. He seemed to have been doing better later that night, so I got ready and left to go hang out with Bertus. After getting to Bertus' apartment which seemed like an adventure in itself (don't ask), we hung out, watched some more Dexter of course and then I (like always) started to fall asleep. I woke up and got my second wind to the sound of the opening credits of StepBrothers.
The next day I woke up with nothing feeling out of place. But at around noon or so, Bertus and I were going to eat something and I just noticed that I had a slight stomach-ache. I couldn't decide if the feeling I had was because I was just really hungry, or if I had to possibly throw up. Fast forward 30 minutes and I would have my answer. I tried eating a small piece of yummy baguette with butter and basil leaves that Bertus made me, but after one small bite I put it down knowing something was wrong. I then ran to the bathroom to throw up for the first of many times that day. For the rest of the day, I was either curled up on the floor in Bertus' bathroom, or asleep in bed trying to watch more episodes of Dexter (but I always fell asleep in them). I couldn't keep anything down, it was awful. I would throw up about once every hour, until later that night it started to "slow", and I would puke about every hour and 1/2 or so. It was absolutely miserable. I am 99.9% sure I was dying. Like I was telling Emily during our last Skype seshion, I like, NEVER got sick back home. I feel like I have gotten sick more here in the past 4 months than I have back home in the past 4 years. Stupid. Speaking of months, and back home.. it's going on 5 months since I have been in the US. That's so crazy to me. Almost 5 months since I have cuddled with my Loki puppy girl or my Fluffmeister Girl! :( Boooo. Also, speaking of months, today is Emilian's 6 month bday.. and also Lisa's 33rd! Happy Birthdays all around! Alright, at this point, I don't even know what I am writting and yeah, sorry. Luckily, I started to feel better later Saturday night and just stayed in bed all day Sunday, and woke up this morning feeling as good as new. Thank.. God.. that's.. over. And I can't even begin to say thanks and also how cute Bertus was/is for taking such good care of me on Saturday. He is too good to me :)
BUT now I am better, and NOW I will go down to my room to nerd-out to Sims or something else... but most likely Sims (I know I am the coolest girl you know). Goodnight to all Stateside and I'll be back to update soon. Hopefully something exciting happens soon that doesn't involve me puking my brains out for 9 hours. Ich liebe dich alles :)
xoxo Megan
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