Monday, April 13, 2015

France: ok. I'm sick.

I've been fighting a cough for a few days. First, it was a dry tickle. Then it was gone. And yesterday I felt like I was trying to cough up a stuffed animal that did not want to let go of my lungs. I took cough syrup which said nothing about "causing drowsiness" and then I fell into the coma of naps. For the last 24-48 hours, I've been just plum wiped out. Today, my cough is come and go. My exhaustion is also come and go. I wanted to believe I was healthy/just tired from being on my feet, but I've resigned myself to the truth. I am sick. Some French bug got me and I'm going to aggresively fight it with sleep and a trip to the country for some fresh air. Today, Christelle and I are taking the train to La Roche Sur Yon to visit her father. 

I didn't want to write about anything crummy like having a cough (or the plane crash that happened while I was in Florida), but we are human after all and these things do happen.

I have confidence that I will recover quickly. I have medicine and faith.

Ok, off to the train.

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