I guess being creative in telling people is not the way to tell folks you are sick.
I have the most amazing shower in the whole wide world.
Ashley and I made the BEST spaghetti sauce with eggplant “parmesan” (eggplant, bread crumbs – no parmesan here folks!)
Van is working
Power went in and out – regardless, I have a fan on me now and it feels awesome.
Got some reading done – in between naps; for some reason my body only liked 20 minute naps. After that, it just got restless. Makes sense, doesn’t it? Ai vi
People keep on saying that I don’t look like I have malaria and don’t even act like it. That I am too smiley and joyful to be that sick. Well, what am I supposed to do? I have to say, it doesn’t even seem like I have a choice to be dumpy and grumpy about this. Yes, I missed home and just wanted to be back (so much I wanted Olive Garden – but luckily Ash and I were able to make some rocking food!) My body aches, my head is getting squished by something, walking gets me tilted, food is not my friend and earlier today I swear my eyes were being scooped out by metal claws. But I digress. So I feel bad. Can’t I still be joyful? This is a lesson I have learned from the Acholi very well. It probably is the cause to my smile as well (read previous blog – or two…can’t remember). The most amazing, loving, joyful people….they have no reason to be but they are. What a better thing to learn in life?! I am grateful for it….not the malaria…the lesson.
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