Sick In Paris

Bonjour!

Today has not been a very good day. I've been sick and have spent a good part of the morning in deep conversation with my garbage can. I was really dehydrated on top of that, as well. Kaylin went to la pharmacie and spoke to the pharmacist who gave her some anti-nasaea pills to give to me. Then she went to Monoprix, which is our local corner grocery and she bought a 1.5 liter bottle of water for 36 cents (super cheap in comparision to the $1.39 for a 20 oz. bottle of water in the States) and a pack of crackers. I feel better now, but I have very little energy. The group when for a walk to Montparnasse (a suburb about two miles south of where I am) and I made it for about a half a mile before I had to turn around and walk back by myself. By the time I walked back and climbed four stories to my room, my legs were shaking. I took a nap, then got up and have been writing in my journal and waiting for dinner, which isn't until six thirty in the evening.

Turns out, there were a few other girls in our group that were sick today with the same thing. Dr. Morris has taken ten groups to France for study abroad and he told me that every year, a few students will get sick during the first week due to changes in diet and the water and just general neglect of their health. Apparently it is normal to have a least one rebellion of the digestive system (from one end or the other, its a 50/50 chance) when traveling abroad, so truthfully I am glad that I got mine over with in the beginning. Well, relatively glad anyway.

I need to get a shower so I don't smell bad for dinner. I don't think even the nuns will be able to forgive me if I came down to the dining room in my current condition.