I've Officially Hit Rock Bottom

You know you've reached an all time low when you have nowhere to sleep b/c the sheets that are suppose to be on your bed are hanging outside to dry b/c you got sick on them at 4:30am.

Yes it is true, I crapped the bed. I wish I was kidding, but I am not. Honestly, I have never been so sick in my entire life. Why I am telling you this? I don't know. Maybe to make light of the situation or maybe because I am not right in my head right now and I will be embarrassed later when I reread this. All I know is, I was mortified and did not know what to do - so I called my sister bawling, naturally.

The past 48 hours I have been in bed (which now has clean sheets) with the worse fever, chills, aches and pains I have ever experienced in my 26 years of existence. And let me tell you, a high fever + 95 degree weather = one sweaty Sarah.

It all started Tuesday morning around 1:30am. I woke up sweating to death, but thought it was simply b/c I got a little too much sun on my weekend excursion. I cranked the fan and proceeded to go back to sleep. This lasted only momentarily as I was awoken by the urge to puke - what joy. Thankfully the puking never came, but other issues did. It was after many trips to the bathroom and the cleaning of my sheets that I realized I had reached rock bottom. I was using a towel as my bottom sheet, a dress Kes bought me in Mexico as a blanket, and had a bucket close by to use for either puking or the unmentionable if needed. I don't think it gets much worse than that! Thankfully I never needed to use the bucket.

I was becoming insanely dehydrated and knew I needed liquids; however, all I had in my fridge was peanut butter, an apple and some chocolates a student gave me for Christmas (which by the way are disgusting, Thais need a lesson on what good chocolate tastes like - that's beside the point though). Anyway, how does one go about getting liquid when they can't even make it 5 minutes without getting sick? Do I call a taxi? Do I try to pay the security guy downstairs to go get me something? Do I risk taking my bike on the 10 min RT ride? I decided to try the latter.

Off I set on my pedal bike to the nearest 7-11. I was in and out in a matter of seconds and ready to ride home as fast a possible. While unlocking my bike, a lovely Thai lady gave me a HUGE and I mean HUGE smile. Now I know I am in the "Land of Smiles", but this was one of those "oh goodie a foreigner, I can practice my English with them smile"...just what I needed right?

She asks: "Khun cheu a rai ka?". Great, she is speaking to me in Thai...I know what this means, but can't find the words in my brain to answer her, so I politely say "no speak Thai".
The dear little lady nods and smiles and I think to myself, "great, now I can get home".
Not so fast...she then starts speaking to me in English:
"What's your name", "Where are you from?", "Oh America, what state?"
She goes on and on and all I can think to myself is, "lady, I have less than 2 minutes before I get sick again so PLEASE, PLEASE let me go"!

After what feels like forever, I think she sensed my distance. I told her "I'm sorry, but I am sick and must get home".

To my surprise I made it home without any accidents and was now set - I had enough crackers and Gatorade to last me a few days.

After 48 straight hours in bed, I am happy to say some, but not all of the sickness is slowly going away. I still have the fever and aches with the random stomach pains, but I'll take those over the other issues I was dealing with.

I've decided being sick in a foreign country is anything but fun. Its the little things like drinkable tap water and another set of sheets you take for granted. Thankfully I have two awesome friends in my condo who are taking good care of me. I am greeted by a knock on my door every few hours to see how I am doing and drop little get well soon care packages. It's no homemade chicken noodle soup, but who's picky? I'm just happy I have people here who care enough about me to bring me electrolyte powders and crackers!

This is definitely not how I wanted to start my vacation, but I know it can only go up from here. Please send healing thoughts this way as I leave for Koh Tao in 3 days and MUST be 100% if I want to get my diving certification!

Here is a picture of my sad, sick little life: note the lack of sheets, the dress turned blanket, crackers, bucket and all the essentials to entertain me while on my death bed: computer, headphones and a book.