May 22, 2009
I wake up in the middle of the night with the runs And I'm a little chilled. I figure the latter is because maybe I sweated so much in my sleep (the sheets were piled on) and now I'm cold. After a few minutes I returned to sleep. In the morning I wake up hot, then cold, then hot, and I keep fluctuating back and forth. My joints ache and I feel a little woozy on my feet. Christa, Dr. Guo and I go to the campus clinic. I felt so weak I thought I was dehydrated or something. I was hoping to get hooked up with an IV but they needed to take my blood first but the machine to do that was broken. Instead they gave me a shot to reduce my fever (I was over 100 degrees) and some pills for the same reason and Chinese tea to help fight cold/flu symptoms. I had to skip my first class to rest and try and get my fever down. I made it to my 1:30 class and I was advised to skip the cultural enrichment class. I missed out on the party with the Chinese students (there was a talent show outside the hotel) because I fell asleep by the time it started. Around the afternoon is when my personal hells began.
Within maybe 10 minutes of eating something, it felt like I hadn't eaten for half a day. The weakening pain of hunger would tear through my stomach. I was physically weak as if I literally hadn't eaten for several hours. Dr. Guo said I had a stomach infection (probably from the ramen). I didn't eat the chicken sandwhich that the others ate and apparently made them sick. I don't really trust mayonnaise in other countries...no offense. Christa thankfully had some antibiotics just for the occasion so I took one before I went to bed.