Being Sick in Nepal

As most of you know I hate being sick, with such a passion that I would rather break a bone than be sick. It sounds a bit drastic I know, but that's how much I HATE being sick. So last Wednesday when Keturah was sick I actually thanked the Lord it was her and not me. 

We had pancakes for breakfast yesterday morning and the sisters had cut up apples for us. Neither of us are really fond of apples but to be polite I ate two slices with breakfast. I'm pretty sure that's what did it. 

It's a two hour drive to the bottom of the mountain to Her Farm. We would have normally taken a bus but since we were bringing all the books we collected and a bag full of camera equipment we ended up getting a taxi. The traffic was awful and it was hot and muggy. No one including taxi drivers use air conditioning in their vehicles even though they have the capability to do so. I'm not sure why this is especially since they complain about the dust coming in from the open windows. 

To say the least it was a very long drive and I hadn't felt well before leaving the house. So it wasn't all to surprising when I ended up getting sick and puking my guts up on the side of the road. I bet anything it was a first for this taxi driver and will be a story he tells to all his buddies. It was awful. However he was very good about it. He was very concerned but also a little exasperated. He kept saying to me that if she had just told him she was sick we could've stopped to get medicine. 

So as I said its two hours to the BOTTOM of the mountain of Her Farm. By the time we got there I just wanted to curl up and die. The truck was waiting for us when we arrived and we loaded the bags and where off. The ride up the mountain is a slow, bumpy ride. We hit every hole in the road and I mean every single one.  We didn't really hit every single hole. In fact the just fixed the road last week so it was comparatively a very good trip.  It was a blessing I made it to the top before getting sick again. 

Long story short, here I am today lying in bed, missing my own bed and pillows and my bathroom. This is also how I felt when I was sick and it reminded me of The Hobbit (the book version) and how Bilbo will spend pages saying how much he misses home and then describing it in depth.  Definitely my bathroom because if I'm going to be sick I definitely want it to be in my own bathroom. My stomach feels like it's eating itself and for not having anything in it, it sure is giving a lot of problems. It could be so much worse so I'm grateful its not. 

I'll have to let Keturah tell you about her experience but I'll let you know that she's a much better patient than I am when being sick. I was sick, it was unpleasant. It made me never want to eat curry and rice again, which is unfortunate since that's what we have for breakfast and dinner on the farm. I would not recommend being sick ever. There you go. 

Jenessa
And Keturah, the patient nurse (get it cause I was a patient and a nurse!)