Big Boy in a Little Bed...

On Saturday, I went to the bank to cash a check and found the bank closed. A strange cough came over me while I trekked back home. Liz was running with her friends. I made it home and went to bed, at 1:15 in the afternoon. I thought it was the flu that I had caught, but the coughing, tightness of chest, and high fever strengthened over the weekend. Luckily, Liz and I had a three day weekend away from school. By Monday, I was faint and had begun vomitting. So Liz and I decide to go to the hospital.

How many of you have ever been to a hospital in a foreign country? This was my first time to the hospital and the ER here in Colombia. Liz and I made it through the triage part, and I was put on a tiny bed for observation. Apparently, I contracted a cousin of bronchitis. So I laid there in this baby bed with an IV in my hand, air supply, and Liz reading out loud from one of her "what women need to know about men" books. Everyone spoke spanish and seemed to enjoy seeing this gigantic gringo nearly breaking the bed and not fitting into the paper gowns. Honestly, they took incredible care of me; I don't remember much of it, but that is what Liz says.

Everything turned out all right. I haven't gone back to school yet. Tomorrow will be my first day back in class. I will teach for two days with my voice deeper than James Earl Jones and then the next weekend will come. I wonder what will lie in store for me.