Getting Sick Abroad

... is horrible. Unfortunately, because of the hours spent in a metal tube with circulated air/germs (try not to think about it too much--- it's too gross) sickness is almost guaranteed. I have fallen victim to some form of plague that made my throat feel like I swallowed three bottles of hot sauce, which resulted in me using a combination of charades and sign language to communicate with Italians and Americans alike. I also used more boxes of tissues than I thought was possible... gross. Thankfully, I didn't get homesick, but I hear that that is really common for abroad students. Ultimately, after putting it off for about a week, I had to go and visit a doctor. I went to a clinic/doctors office where the doctor barely spoke any English but she did find out what was wrong with me and diagnosed me in English... sort of. So now I am on a steady dose of antibiotics. Also, the pharmacy's here are awesome, c'mon, America, why can't you do this?!

Unfortunately, the height of my illness came when Roberta was here! I hung out and did touristy things with her, Hannah, and Elizabeth. But I could barely speak to them and  I only got to see them two nights. :( No worries though, my time in Ireland will come soon enough!

Ciao for now.