Saturday, May 26, 2007
Living a "normal" life??
These are some of the things I've observed during my "break" here in Canada that has part of me longing for a "normal" North American life. But life is never "normal", no matter where you live, and I wouldn't be happy here for long if God's plan was for me to be overseas. So I'll enjoy these things while I'm here, and next week I'll be back in Cameroon and can enjoy a different set of "luxuries"!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
sleep?
High in the air, 3:30am: Yours truly still can't sleep. How many different ways can you find to try to sit, lean, scrunch up, or half recline in an effort to fall asleep? I think I tried them all, looking enviously at my snoring seat-mate and at many others who were blissfully unconscious of my failure to slumber.
Of course, the whispers from the area by the toilets didn't help any. Some kind of concern over a male passenger apparently unwell. A lady approached the restroom and was greeted by a crew member... "Ma'am, are you all right? ... Did you eat the fish or the beef? Oh, the fish...." I think I'm glad that I don't generally like eating fish! This was followed soon afterwards by the general announcement, "If there is a doctor on board, please identify yourself..."!
On the positive side, everybody walked off the plane - no medical emergency that I could see. On the negative side, I never did get to sleep on that flight. But that's not unusual....
Malaria vs. malaria treatment...
Bodyache - like you just got run over by a truck
Fever - a continual process of watching your temperature rise, until it spikes near 104
Stomach unrest - food is unnecessary; sometimes breathing deeply is necessary.
Yup, that's malaria once again. Ok, time to take some of that strong medicine. Now what's going on?
Head - no aching, but very dizzy
Body - no aching, but very lethargic
Fever - gone
Stomach unrest - definitely - food definitely unnecessary, deep breathing and frequent bathroom trips a necessity.
But at least it is only temporary!!
Tuesday, May 01, 2007
opposites
Jenny (10 years old): the sides of MY bread go OUT at the sides.
Kenneth: Your bread is the antonym of my bread, and my bread is the
antonym of your bread!
(I guess he really IS listening in school!)