India

Feb 9

I apologize for another “lack of India” entry, but this illness has but a stop my adventures and I would like to keep writing. So if you just want India, kindly skip this entry. Thanks.

Coming out of this sickness is by no means comfortable or fun. I have had the chills; the sweats; I have been dizzy; I have been light and on my day off I thought of the two paces I should be, home or at work. My children were awful the day before I left and I wanted to make it right. I thought about Karina and her journey to the number ten or Abdul and his search on the map for Botswana. Sad to say, but after a day I already miss them.

I also thought about home. Winter was always my favorite and I dreamed of seeing snow before I left. I got to see a bit, but obviously not even a portion of what was in store. Mom sent me a photo of a tall snowman perched on top a mound of snow that had become the new ground level. This was my house. I thought about the sledding and the way the snow falls past the street lamps at night. The cold is great as well, but in the end it’s just to help you enjoy the warm of the fire more. T.V. is not really my thing but in the winter, I must admit I enjoy it. I thought about trying to work the confusing new television in an effort to watch a rerun of Man Vs. Wild. The hour-long episodes always were accompanied by a meal, another thing I have thought extensively about over the past days. Not only do I miss my food, but my diet has been limited now to just rice. So until I get better no spicy foods, not that I wanted to throw up anymore anyways. Like the American I am, starving and lonely, I began to dream of food.

I thought about the burgers I can’t have; I thought about the large Chipotle burrito my friends and I would devourer once a week, or the Penn Station I would beg my parents for because of its higher prices. “Being sick would have been the perfect excuse to get a free sub from mom” I thought. I thought about the Super Bowl and all its glorious foods and ungodly proportions. The potato skins, mozzarella sticks, wings and skyline dip like a small city, which I would destroy. Devastation! No survivors! Massacre! Destruction! You choose the words; I’ll make it happen.  Of course my mind hovered over Skyline for some time, because with me, “it’s always Skyline time.”

After feeling that I had lingered on food for long enough I got up to take my six pills, as I crawled out of bed I stepped by the mirror to observe the weight. Counting my ribs, I smiled as I whispered, “I’m going to get so fat!”