It's really got me. I'm getting these awful spells of nausea to accompany my dry hacking cough that wakes up Ben and all of the other residents of the building because the walls and floors are paper thin. That's not hyperbole, we spilled a bit of water on the floor and it dripped onto our downstairs neighbor's bed.
Today was my last day of Spanish classes and I made it almost halfway, although I was fighting not to puke or gag. They gave me some coca tea - IT'S NOT A DRUG - for the nausea, but then it came time to review the proper usage of "Me Gusta" and the teacher asked me, "Raquelita, te gusta la torta?" and you know what I said? Because my Spanish is so awesome? "Oh, Profesora, por favor! Dices un otro topic, no dices sobre la comida!" then I jumped up, went to the bathroom and threw up. I mean, I'm almost fluid! I've been in bed all day, feeling sorry for myself and trying to control my fever. In Spanish, mofug.
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