After getting up to site, I wanted to have some sort of plan. Give me something to do. And this all started off so well because on my first day I got to walk around my community a bit, talked with my landlord about renting a house, spent some time in my new house going through things, and then met some locals at the local tahanut where I bought my water and toilet paper (I’m not ready to go without it yet). Everything went well, apart from the obvious language barrier, but all in all, a great first day.
Then second day came, I started feeling sick. Then third day, a little more sick. Nothing too serious, just a head cold with a constant, pounding headache. Add in a touch of fever and you’ve got yourself a volunteer who doesn’t want to get out of bed. Now, it’s hard enough trying to integrate your first few days, but add on being sick. Not to mention being sick in someone else’s house. And while I appreciate my family’s efforts to include me in outings and meals, frankly I just don’t feel up to it. My sisters were amazing when they knocked on my door and brought eggs, bread and a salad of tomatoes and peppers. However, since then I haven’t had much of an appetite; try explaining that to your host Mom.
Now, while I’m trying to chug down rehydrated salty water- jeeze it tastes like a mouthful of the LI Sound & is making me want to vomit- I felt better earlier, despite that now, not so much. And it’s hard to try and explain in broken Tam that you just want to lay in your bed- even if that’s all I’ve done the last two days.
So the first few days have been a little harder than I anticipated, but none the less, I’m going to be here for two years, so I’ll have time to redeem myself. I hope.
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