|…and we were only half way up the ascent.|
(you know something is wrong with me if I refuse to eat)
I said, thank you.
The fiance (then boyfriend) said, no. just friends.
this one day of recovery turned into two.
Day 5&6: Sick in Chame
The fiance soon accepted that my symptoms were not allergies.
That I was actually sick,
I had it worse than him.
But, I am one lucky girl and was well taken care of.
The morning after we arrived in Chame,
the fiance hiked up to the local doctor,
and came back with cold medicine and ibuprofen.
He lovingly force fed me as I cried for my mom.
The flu was made worse by food poisoning that hit both of us the morning of the 5th day.
Again, I got it worse.
I ate little, cried, and slept nearly two entire days.
The fiance joined in on the party the second day.
On our second day in Chame,
I discovered that a food stand/shop/cart sold Pringles and Sprite.
finally something I could eat,
and so, I was saved.