Being sick in Mexico is not good. I had a fever all night, and this morning. I just lay in bed and moan–wishing my Mama was here.
The best thing about being sick, is I can get good meds. Ibuprofen is sold in these huge 800 mg tablets, but unfortunately they only work for four hours.
I’ve been drinking a lot of water and tea, as I hear Mom’s voice in my head. “Only sip it.” “Drink more.” “You don’t want to be dehydrated.”
Ugh. Victor tells me to put my feet in hot water. This is some Indian remedy, and while I want to trust them, I’m miserable. On the other hand, it would be good for my indian feet as they look horrible. Oh, to return to the U.S.! To good pedicures with razors! To my Mama! To biscuits and gravy! (I miss my favorite food…)