I woke up to my alarm going crazy. I opened my eyes and could only see white outside. The fog was so dense that I couldn’t even see the pond that is right behind our house. For the first time in 2 days I felt like I could actually go for a walk. This was a good accomplishment because I had been so sick the last few days. With all the excitement I didn’t even notice the fact that my throat felt funny. I quickly hustled down to meet Kerri and I opened my mouth to let her know I was coming… and a squeak came out.
Two nights ago I couldn’t sleep well. My stomach ached and I felt nauseous all the time. I’ve spent the last two days sleeping or laying down. I attempted to teach yesterday but I sat down in a chair a majority of the class because when I stood up I felt nauseous. This is why I didn’t notice the fact that my throat felt itchy and my voice sounded like squeaking frog. Although I had no voice I was still optimistic about what today had to bring! While I was adjusting my classes (so that I wouldn’t have to talk the whole time) Tuli walked in. She had gotten in from Dhaka at 3 in the morning and was still ready to help me teach. My class listened very well and since I couldn’t read them a story (which is their favorite part of class) we all huddled together and they read me a story. Many of the kids were asking me how to spell “sick” or “pray” and I got tons of letters in the middle of class that told me they were so sorry I was sick and that they would pray for me. I felt so loved!
Despite the bitter cold weather and not being able to talk I wasn’t about to slow down. I had planned to make my class banana bread for their Christmas party for a long time. So I walked down to the kitchen and discovered that baking in Bangladesh is very different from baking in America with a kitchen aid. First of all, the bananas during this season are tiny so we had to use 10 of them. Then Shati mashed them with her hand. We got out the ingredients and then Shati asked me how much sugar we needed. I told her we needed a cup and she promptly poured sugar in her hand letting it overflow and bit and said, “that is a cup.” Basically with all the ingredients we had to do this sort of magical guessing. It turned out to be pretty tasty (I can’t wait to give it to my kids tomorrow). Thank goodness you don’t need a voice to bake!
At night Danny asked me where my voice went and I told him it ran away. He told me not to worry because it would come back again. Apparently his voice came home when he lost it. So eventually I will be able to talk again but for now I will enjoy the weird looks that people give me when I croak a response to them.
(you should hear what it sounds like when I sing Christmas music.. it is bad)!
P.S. My roommates are feeling sick as well. Please pray for our health! We need to love these kids and it is very difficult when you are laying down with stomach aches!
Two nights ago I couldn’t sleep well. My stomach ached and I felt nauseous all the time. I’ve spent the last two days sleeping or laying down. I attempted to teach yesterday but I sat down in a chair a majority of the class because when I stood up I felt nauseous. This is why I didn’t notice the fact that my throat felt itchy and my voice sounded like squeaking frog. Although I had no voice I was still optimistic about what today had to bring! While I was adjusting my classes (so that I wouldn’t have to talk the whole time) Tuli walked in. She had gotten in from Dhaka at 3 in the morning and was still ready to help me teach. My class listened very well and since I couldn’t read them a story (which is their favorite part of class) we all huddled together and they read me a story. Many of the kids were asking me how to spell “sick” or “pray” and I got tons of letters in the middle of class that told me they were so sorry I was sick and that they would pray for me. I felt so loved!
Despite the bitter cold weather and not being able to talk I wasn’t about to slow down. I had planned to make my class banana bread for their Christmas party for a long time. So I walked down to the kitchen and discovered that baking in Bangladesh is very different from baking in America with a kitchen aid. First of all, the bananas during this season are tiny so we had to use 10 of them. Then Shati mashed them with her hand. We got out the ingredients and then Shati asked me how much sugar we needed. I told her we needed a cup and she promptly poured sugar in her hand letting it overflow and bit and said, “that is a cup.” Basically with all the ingredients we had to do this sort of magical guessing. It turned out to be pretty tasty (I can’t wait to give it to my kids tomorrow). Thank goodness you don’t need a voice to bake!
At night Danny asked me where my voice went and I told him it ran away. He told me not to worry because it would come back again. Apparently his voice came home when he lost it. So eventually I will be able to talk again but for now I will enjoy the weird looks that people give me when I croak a response to them.
(you should hear what it sounds like when I sing Christmas music.. it is bad)!
P.S. My roommates are feeling sick as well. Please pray for our health! We need to love these kids and it is very difficult when you are laying down with stomach aches!
O_O that sounds horrible, lovely and hilarious at the same time! I hate when you have to pee that bad and you have to try and distract yourself, but all you can think about are things like Noah's ark, Niagara falls, and rain.
ReplyDeletePraying for you all to get well. Miss you lots and lots.
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