I remember back in grade 5 when I vomited once after having minestrone soup. Never again would I touch the stuff, to this day.
Unfortunately, I ate a big Rwandese-type meal for lunch on Tuesday. Then scrambled eggs, cheese, and sausage for dinner. Then proceeded to vomit continuously for about 24 hours. Now to figure out how I will eat again, given the lack of available food! My stomach has alienated about everything I can get. Can I subsist on Fanta, tea, chicken broth and water?
Given my one day off work, I feel as though things slipped through my fingers a bit. Yesterday was a big day, and I missed meetings with two of our key donors. This morning I came in to find my work for the next two weeks looking much emptier, since I wasn't there to jump on opportunities at those meetings. I think the universe is telling me to disengage a little.
My mood fits the weather, erratic with moments of heat followed by cold and intense rain. I am at one instant entirely attached to what goes on here; the next, halted by the realization of my limited abilities in six months. I feel tired. As a normally optimistic person, I am having too many pessimistic moments. I am not sure if I should contribute that to development in general, or maybe the length of the internships coupled with the Rwandese context. I remain internally driven on the AIDS front, that has never once faltered.
A friend told me I was an empty vessle today, after explaining my situation with my stomach. It is true - my body is purging everything. I feel a strange lightness - in my body, my mind, in work. To maintain it, or to dive deeper into this heavy experience?
Unfortunately, I ate a big Rwandese-type meal for lunch on Tuesday. Then scrambled eggs, cheese, and sausage for dinner. Then proceeded to vomit continuously for about 24 hours. Now to figure out how I will eat again, given the lack of available food! My stomach has alienated about everything I can get. Can I subsist on Fanta, tea, chicken broth and water?
Given my one day off work, I feel as though things slipped through my fingers a bit. Yesterday was a big day, and I missed meetings with two of our key donors. This morning I came in to find my work for the next two weeks looking much emptier, since I wasn't there to jump on opportunities at those meetings. I think the universe is telling me to disengage a little.
My mood fits the weather, erratic with moments of heat followed by cold and intense rain. I am at one instant entirely attached to what goes on here; the next, halted by the realization of my limited abilities in six months. I feel tired. As a normally optimistic person, I am having too many pessimistic moments. I am not sure if I should contribute that to development in general, or maybe the length of the internships coupled with the Rwandese context. I remain internally driven on the AIDS front, that has never once faltered.
A friend told me I was an empty vessle today, after explaining my situation with my stomach. It is true - my body is purging everything. I feel a strange lightness - in my body, my mind, in work. To maintain it, or to dive deeper into this heavy experience?