Reposo?

So last Monday night I got sick. Not the usual cough, sneeze, snotty nose kind of sick that i've been getting used to. I'm talking I went to the doctor, which I never do. Here's a recap.

Monday Night:
At dinner Ruben, a dorm kid, made the comment that I had been quite and kind of separated from the group. I did have a ton on my mind at that time but I didn't realize I was being so obvious. As to not be a downer any longer I figured I'd just go up to my room and go to bed. On the way up I figured I'd take a long hot shower and then watch a movie, rather than going to bed like a kid who had been punished.
I took my shower, laid in bed, and watched an anime movie called Ninja Scroll. (Yes. An anime. Don't hate.) It was good, but not anything super cool like I expected from a flick that's raved about by everyone. Anyways, I got up from bed to brush my teeth and this is when it all went down. I got up from bed and started shaking like a mad man. It was ridiculous. It wasn't a shiver from being cold, I was shaking. It was scary. I stood in front of my sink and watched myself for a little just to make sure I wasn't changing colors or anything but I was ok on that aspect. I'm all about this mind over matter stuff so I grabbed on to the sink and I looked at myself and I said to myself. "Stop shaking." I did stop for a little but then I kept right on. I managed to brush my teeth and then I slid back into bed hoping that it would stop. But it didn't. It actually started to affect my breathing and I started breathing really, really hard. I was pretty sure I was about to kick the bucket by this point. I didn't know what was going on. I prayed to God and was pretty much ready for whatever when my breathing got back to normal and I managed to get some shut eye, but then IT hit. Diarrhea. Ugh.
Tuesday Morning:
Tuesday morning came around and I turned off any alarm that went off. I felt like crap and I was determined not to go to my one and only class of the day at noon. When I finally felt like it was time to get out of bed I went over to the computer and realized that I hadn't even slept past noon and that I could still make it to class. That was a bummer. Being the grand student that I am, I put on some clothes and walked to the university. It was probably the worst walk I've ever had. I felt like I was going to pass out the whole way there and I was praying that I didn't have the urge to...what's the word i'm looking for....diarrhea? Not have the urge to diarrhea? That work? Anyways. I made it to class. Afterwards I dragged myself to the API office and waited for Carmen, my program director, to complain to her about how I was dying and needed help. By this time I was dizzy, my body ached, I had nausea, I had diarrhea, my body had been shaking, my breathing had gone hay wire, and I wanted my mommy. But we went to the doctor instead.
Like I expected, he looked at me, felt me up, and made his diagnosis. Gastroenteritis. Sometimes I wish they would humor me and take longer than 20 minutes to diagnose me. It makes me feel like my trip was worth it and that I'm not being a baby about something minor.

Gastroenteritis. Don't know what that is but I had to stay in bed for two days straight and couldn't drink or eat anything. It sucked. By the end of day two I was so dehydrated and weak. I was going nuts. Then when I was able to eat I had to eat things that we didn't have at the dorm so I had to trek out on my own to find them. GAY!

I missed 4 classes and I'm pissed about that. I don't have too much class that I have to attend here and I feel like a jerk if I even consider not going. We had tickets to watch some famous dancer named Sara Baras so I went on Wednesday night, but I hated it the whole time. It was loud and I felt like death. I bet I would have enjoyed it a little more if I had been my usual self.

Luckily this week has been Semana Santa so we have no school. But rather than have fun and go out I'm still re-cooperating from my fling with Gastroenteritis. Hopefully I'll be back to normal by the end of the week or else I don't know what I'm going to do. I can't stand having health issues here. It's just not the same. I have to take care of myself!

Whatever... If it doesn't kill me it'll only make me stronger.

Hopefully this is as bad as it's going to get for me. I don't know if I can handle anything worse. Going through this whole ordeal has actually made me homesick for the very first time.