I have a cold right now. I’ve been congested and coughing for three days. I actually feel fine but I can’t talk and I should rest so I’m stuck in the house until I get my voice back. It’s frustrating because I’d planned out these few days, and now I’ve had to scrap those plans and am just sitting at home watching BuzzFeed Tasty videos. lol
Right when we got to Morocco we were given a graph of general well-being/mood patterns during exchange and cultural adjustment. I don’t have it anymore but I found something online that looks pretty similar to the one we were given:
I saw this but it doesn’t really tell the story of my own exchange so far. This is mine:
being sick just really sucks
In the US I got sick maybe once a year and for the rest of the time I was healthy. I pretty much prided myself on that because I exercised every day, ate lots of plants, etc.
In Rabat, I still exercise and eat vegetables but I also get sick. I’m not coming down with serious illnesses here or anything. I haven’t had food poisoning (yet, tbh probably will if I keep on taking risks with medina food lol) and outside of having a fever through one of the nights, I haven’t had anything worse than a cold. But I think this is my fourth time in the last five months coming down with a cold. My previous three colds have resolved themselves after a day but this cold has lasted three days so far and it’s annoying. I guess it’s because my immune system isn’t used to the germs here and because I already take too many risks when it comes to food / touching stuff. oops
In the US I also didn’t really mind being sick because it meant that I had an excuse to not do real things and that I had a free day to sit on my bed or whatever. That’s not how I feel here.
I look back at the last five months and I think about the days I was most frustrated. They were all when I was sick. My lowest point was in mid November when I started having intense pain in my left ankle and couldn’t walk comfortably for a while. I just remember sitting at home for a few weeks. My ankle is pretty much healed now (though I still can’t run), but wow I still remember it.
Maybe that’s because I look at time differently since I only have eight months in Rabat. Being sick is lost time that I can’t get back. But… wow, three months left! Time is passing so fast 😥