*unless they’ve been sick for 5 days with no signs of improvement!
Hi blog family!
Yes, unfortunately, as stated above, yours truly is sick. Those of you that know me well know that it was only a matter of time before I got sick. I made it 80 days, and I’d venture to say that that’s longer than I have been well in the United States in the last few years! I still hope that Hungary is good for my health and that I can go another 80 days (after I get better) without getting sick again!
I thought I would take to the blog to let you guys know just what its like to be sick in a foreign country all by yourself. Now I know what you’re thinking- you’re not alone! You have friends and flatmates and people all around you! But, in true Ali fashion, I decided to get sick on a holiday on which everyone I know here in Szeged was out of town. So, there I was, sitting in my flat, eating bread and drinking as much ginger ale as any one person probably has the right to drink. I keep hoping that tomorrow I will feel better. But, day five is almost at its close and there is no sign of improvement yet!
I would be lying if I said I didn’t miss my family more over the last 5 days. I really wanted to just crawl in to bed and have my mom bring me Chicken Noodle Soup and make everything feel better. I wanted to go to an Urgent Care where I could understand what the doctors were saying to me. It is so hard to be sick in a place where you have to totally rely on other people to help you because you physically can’t communicate with the doctors on your own.
I was thinking about that feeling this weekend, and I noticed something. I was texting with my family when I realized that the only person who I ever let really take care of me is my mom. I feel guilty letting anyone else take care of me, or even asking them for help. I am very aware that everyone has their own lives to live, and I don’t like to impose on that.
I think some of that feeling comes from me being a professional sick person that knows how to deal with just about any symptom that you throw at me, but I think the other part comes from my fear of relying on other people. In a way, I’m almost glad that I got sick abroad. YAGM is supposed to teach you about interdependence and learning how to lean on those around you for help. Being sick in a country where you can’t effectively speak the language is a crash course in interdependence and trust. I had to trust those translating for me to give accurate information to the doctor I saw. I had to fully rely on them to also then turn around and accurately tell me what the doctor had said. Its hard and scary and frustrating to not be able to be in charge of your own wellness, but that’s part of this crazy adventure that is a YAGM year.
I am hoping to find a doctor that speaks English soon so that I can communicate effectively with them about my care plan, but until then, I am thankful for the people in my community that helped me so much yesterday with trying to figure out what is wrong with me. I am still learning how to accept help from others, but I feel blessed to have such a supportive community that was willing to help me as soon as they knew something was wrong.