On Sunday, I got
really bad cough and headache. On Tuesday, I drugged myself (the wonders of Advil), slept
a bit, and got better.
By Thursday, I was fine and dandy.
Thursday nite, I
helped decorate USP (University of the South Pacific- Tonga Campus) for the
Tongan Rugby team. “Ikale Tahi” [Quick update to the Rugby-Ignorant Folks- The
Rugby World Cup is this Friday. First game- All Blacks (New Zealand) against
Ikale Tahi (Tonga). Ikale Tahi translates into English as “Eagle of the Sea”.] RED.RED.RED. Red signs, flags, and
decoration filled the school with Rugby fever. I stayed at USP with my cousin and her friends
till 7am. I slept at 4am on a counter top. I am amazed at my ability to stay
absolutely still for a long period of time- one movement to the left and I
would’ve had an intense encounter with Mr. Floor. I woke up
3hours later to leave for home. Right when I got up, I felt like a canon
was residing in my stomach. I moved cautiously
as if I had to balance it. I got into the car, burped , and then stuck my head
out of the car to give a graceful display of my ability to regurgitate. Oh the marvel. My poor cousin, Anna, stopped, handed me a
cloth, and then just stared in horror. It’s the most disgusting thing that’s
ever happened to me and it happened in front of my cousin who I haven’t seen in
years! Way to Humble me, God. We arrived
home and I went straight to bed.
I got up three hours
later to go back USP for the actual celebration. Again, I vomited. My poor
stomach was rejecting anything and everything. We came back and I slept for
13hours straight. I woke up Saturday feeling miserable. My stomach felt like an
empty basket of rotten apples. Advil,
the only medicine I brought, religiously travelled down my esophagus like a
flock of passionate monks. I had some
crackers and coffee. Coffee was a mistake. My stomach was not ready to handle
much food at all. Well, that’s all I had Saturday. I mostly slept and read and did nothing really productive. I
contemplated the idea of finishing other blog posts, but my poor brain felt like mush. I was really,
really, really mad that I was sick. “I CANT DO ANYTHING.” I had planned on being with my cousin for the
weekend but those plans went down the drain like a dead fish. I was mad at God.
WHY? God why? I had been looking forward to this weekend for time with my
cousins. Why? Why? Whhhhhy?
Sunday- I was
feeling better but I was still an empty stomach. I managed to get out of bed
and finally eat. I had crackers and tea. Early grey tea. Side note- the only
time I drink tea is when I’m sick or when I feel like being classy. I had my
light meal and what did I do? Yup. I went straight back to sleep. I think I
don’t think I had enough calories in my body to give me energy to do anything
soo I slept. After cleaning up a bit and sleeping more, I finallllyyy felt
better. I had a lovely “tea” with my
Aunt again. We had a great discussion about Romans 8:28. “And we know that for
those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called
according to his purpose.”(ESV) I was
feeling a LOT better by now.
The vomiting was a result of non-purified water. I had assumed the water
that was in a plastic water bottle was purified. Turns out, it was a refilled water bottle. My
body has not yet, adjusted to the foreign water.
Throughout the whole
sick fest, I asked God, “Why? What is your purpose for this? What’s your great
reason for me to be sick in bed rather than being out at the beach with my
cousins?” A few answers became clear. This year, I have put in my best efforts not to get sick. God has blessed me with great healthy ever since January, which was the last time I really ill. After I was better, I rarely rested, like truly rested. I have only allowed myself one day
to rest, but to be honest, I only rested for a couple of hours. I was always going, going, GOING! My body finally gave up and said -“ ENOUGH. STOP!” It’s funny how the body will do that, how it will
shutdown on its own. Rest is soo
important. In my hectic life, I tend to forget that God CALLS me (and you!) to
rest. He even made a WHOLE day for it. If you are stressing out on your REST
day, you’re not resting. I really needed the rest, even if it meant not doing
what I wanted. There’s opportunity cost for ya ;)
Also, I am still
adjusting to my non-strict schedule . I’m trying to pile up my schedule but to
no avail. It’s weird. I am not working. I am so use to working. I’ve been
working since I was 13 and I loved it! And if I wasnt working, I was doing
school. School and Work. Two things I am not obligated to do. I am not
obligated to any strict schedule. And I guess that’s what a vacation is really
about! =D
P.S. I sound like Nat-King-Cole. I gotta a
really bad cough. Please pray for me. :)
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