Sunday night, as usual, the intense fun from the weekend is calming down and I am trying to get mentally prepared to go to school. In my head and to Thanh I moan about how anything would be better than going to school on a Monday – floods, cyclones, tsunamis…
Fate is a cruel mistress…
Middle of the night I am woken up with extreme nausea and stomach pain. I will spare you the grizzly details, but needless to say the night and wee hours of the morning were not very pleasant, and I was cursing the humorous turn of fate that gave me what I asked for. After croaking to Thanh and the secretary at school that I would not be going in I promptly threw myself back on my bed expecting death to take me at any moment.
Although I am being slightly over-dramatic I can assure you that it was not fun. However when I could finally hold down liquids I was graced with a visit from the Gatorade Fairy (AKA Julia) and from that point on I slowly started feeling better.
Moral of the story?
Never say that there is nothing worse than school on Monday.
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