Milan, Italy
Well, I’ve caught the Point Park plague.
Our group is struggling—cold medicine is being passed from person-to-person, we’re all in need of constant restroom breaks, and because we’ve barely gotten sleep, we’re consuming an excess of coffee in order to get through our remaining media visits.
This morning, I thought I would pass out in the lobby of our media visit. Tonight, I feel the same. Kristina & I are sitting in a Japanese resturant as I’m writing this, drinking an over-abundance of tea, and I’m feeling warm and tired despite my chills. So although my condition hasn’t improved, my environment has.
All I can think about is lying in bed and asking the receptionist for an extra blanket (or two), with the lights off and my eyes closed. Too bad I have to re-pack my suitcase first, or else leave the task for tomorrow.
We have one more full day in Italy before we get on a flight back to Pittsburgh. Partly, I can’t believe it’s almost the end… and partly, it’s felt like a hundred years. I’ve been homesick, but I know that once I’m under my own roof, I’ll be reminiscing like mad.
I’m dreading the unpredictable nature of my sickness, but at the very least, I’ll be done with my amoxicillin before we get back to the states. Because I know my body well, I know that it’ll be better for me to tough it out than to try going to the pharmacy here and taking more medicine.
We should’ve bought those doctors’ masks back in Venice.
