I am sick.. again.. and let me be the one to tell you I am sick of it. How you can be sick of being sick is beyond my half awake brain right now. Since I have been in Peru I have had three shots (they were supposed to be in my butt, but ended up being in the middle of my back, how they missed that... ha well they might need glasses to say the least) and two lovely IVs. On top of that I might never drink gatorade ever again. The yellow one is still my least favorite I can't seem to get over the fact that it looks like I am drinking pee, and tastes like cleaning supplies with sugar mixed in. The red of blue are my favorite, but of course those are the only two I am NOT allowed to have. Not fair.
Another beautiful thing about being sick in another country is I have no earthly idea what the doctor is saying. I could assume for the most part this time, but the medical terms... I might just never even touch that. One thing I have decided while being sick... for my fourth time in Peru(side note I should be a pro at this by now, and second side note, I hardly never get sick in the States I promise) is that no matter how old you are you still want your mom when you are sick. I mean, maybe it goes away at some point. I thought it would have by now, I mean come on now I am living in a country thousands of miles away for the second time in a year. Yet I laid in bed today going 'what I would give for my mom to scratch my back and tell me about some crazy spiritual book that she read in an hour that would take the average person a month read, and six months to understand to the slightest of what the book was communicating to the reader.' Any of you who know my amazing mom should laugh at that. She goes through books like the average person goes through under wear. Sadly I did not inherit that gift, I take after my father-- give me the 5 minutes cliff note version, and preferably never make me read anything over six paragraphs.
All this to say, it is amazing how much our mothers communicate love and comfort in our lives in a way that no one else can really fulfill. Every person in Peru could scratch my back, and it would still not have the quick side to side scratching comfort that my mom's does. And honestly I am not sure if I could handle that much of a spiritual deep of a conversation in Spanish, I can barely understand in english sometimes.
Do any of you still feel that way about your moms?
Do you still have those break down moments where you just cry and say "I just want my mom."
Maybe it is still very childish of me, I am still getting used to this whole adult thing. So it could very well be I am behind track. Who knows, maybe you do?
Well, the doctor is supposed to be here soon, and hopefully I won't turn into a human pin cushion AGAIN, and the pee colored gatorade will soon cease, please Jesus. They might even let me upgrade to soda crackers and blue gatorade. A girl can wish can't she?
I think everyone wants their mom when they are sick....and sorry you have to have that yellow gatorade, i agree with you about the flavor, very nasty stuff! Hopefully will help hydrate you again, though, so hang in there! In the name of Jesus, we are rebuking sickness of all kinds from Naomi and Kiera's body, Lord please send all sickness far far away from these beautiful girls. Cover them with your healing power and do not let the enemy gain a foothold! In Jesus name I pray, and for your will to be done!!
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