Sickness in Espana.

If you related the title to this entry to "Sleepless in Seattle," then you are one of my favorite people. If not, don't worry about it, because I would be the first to admit that it is a bit of a stretch.

There are few things worse than being sick in a foreign country with none of your regular comforts. Two nights ago, I had a very rough night, which included 5 vomit runs to the bathroom and 1 black out on the kitchen floor. Maybe I should have warned you that I was going to be sharing TMI. Sorry.

Fortunately, mi madre was such a doll. Every time I tried to clean something up she started yelling, "No te preocupes!" I felt so bad that she spent the whole night cleaning up after me, but I was also so grateful because honestly, I really didn't want to have to clean that up.

She asked me a trillion times if I wanted anything, and around the trillionth time, I finally asked for a wet towel. She said, "Porque?" All I could think to say was that my mom [Hey mom, I love you!] normally gave me a wet towel for my face. She told me I already had a towel and didn't need a wet one. That was upsetting. It is amazing how much a full grown person can act like such a child when he or she is sick. I just kept thinking how much I wanted my mommy and my bed and my bathroom and a freaking wet towel. Not too much ask!

I spent all of yesterday in bed, and today I took my final written exam. Maybe being sick has somehow miraculously improved my writing abilities. Hey. It could happen.