Being Sick Blows

Soo I've been sick for over a week now and it absolutely 100% sucks. I was getting sick before Munich and now I'm still sick before Poland. Granted I probably shouldn't have gone out for my friend Tom's birthday this past weekend, but I thought I was better. Dancing til dawn was fun and I don't regret it one bit, but boy did I screw myself over. I went from having a slight cough to a deep cough, excessive saliva, and my glands swelled up so it hurt to swallow. Wanna know how bad it was? (WARNING: THIS IS GONNA GET GROSS) It was so bad that I had to spit every couple minutes. So I couldn't sleep cause it hurt to much to swallow and spitting would keep me up. My solution? I had to hang my head off my couch (Did I forget to mention I sleep on a couch every night? It's a long story.) over a bucket and just let it overflow and drip. By far one of the most disgusting moments of my life. The next day the swelling went down and I was like "I don't need to go to the doctor." Fail. I have this thing where I think that I can take of myself all the time and as a result I didn't go to the doctor's office until today, where apparently they hand out antibiotics like candy. HURRAY! So hopefully I'll be better in a couple days and I won't be miserable in Poland this weekend.

Luckily, Misia's grandmother lives just a bus ride away from Krakow so I'll have free lodging and delicious homemade Polish food. Sadly, I hear her grandmother does not make gnocchi, my new favorite food since I've come to Budapest. I mean it's a noodle and it's potato. Two of my favorite foods combined. Not to mention it's often accompanied by a creamy cheesy based sauce. Incredibly fattening, but sooo worth it. But back to this weekend. Misia will be mostly be running around getting errands done so most of the time I'll be relaxing and I'll take a day to see Auschwitz and Krakow. Should be nice. I get to meet Misia's family and friends too. They probably won't understand me, but I hear they are very friendly.

After Poland, Misia and I would like to do Amsterdam, Brussels, then Paris on Halloween weekend. I mean if I can't be at home for my best friend's favorite holiday at least I can be in Paris. Planning is a lot more stressful than it should be. First of all we still have to think about school so our travel plans have to be based on how many classes we want to miss or who we want to travel with. Not to mention the day we want to leave for our Halloween extravaganza I have two midterms. I want to move them up, but I'm running into some issues. Then we have to work out our budgets which after some careful planning it looks like I'll be fine. Next on the list of frustrations is the fact that I bought a Eurail pass at home that I CANNOT waste. Everyone wants to take flights or buses cause they are faster and cheaper sometimes. Sure I don't have to stress about paying to get to places but it looks like some trips I'll be traveling alone. Which is not ok with my parents. Honestly, it's a little uncomfortable for me too, but I'll just have to man up and figure out how to navigate around Europe. I'm a smart girl with her mother's paranoia. I'll be cautious and I may sweat a lot from nerves, but I'll get there if it's the last thing I do. It's a $700 pass, there's no way I'm not getting my money's worth. Hopefully everything works out and if I can't do Amsterdam and Brussels at least I can do Paris. Then there's Spain and Italy to worry about. Italy is falling into place. At least I got that going for me.

Other than travel plan frustrations, there's a lot of drama out here. Somebody is annoyed with somebody or someone is trying to get on someone. It's all very frustrating. It's nothing unexpected. I mean we all knew what we were getting into going to a brand new school with brand new people. We're all adapting and while we're all try to figure out the puzzle that is life here in Budapest we're finding out that sometimes things just don't fit. There are days we don't feel like going to class, we've spent too much money, or people we thought we knew who aren't they seem to be. Just like life back at home, but when you're away from the comforts of friends and family it just hits you harder.

So whether it's physically being sick or being sick at heart it all kind of blows...for now. Hell, at least it keeps life interesting. If we were happy all the time, the little things wouldn't count. Like finding scarves for less than $5 or a surprise package in the mail. Both those things made me smile and cause I can smile at the little things I'll keep on truckin. I'll keep on keepin on with 5 liters of water, vitamin c tablets, Emergen-C, and antibiotics. If that doesn't do the trick I don't know what will.