two of these, call me in the morning

field journal

Good lord I am sick. With neither reseau (cell phone coverage) nor antibiotics, I might be in trouble if this doesn’t clear up. My mom is upset biyhe illi anne maa mitmewnke (because I’m not my chipper self). I don’t really have enough language to reassure her I’ll be ok. The reassurance would be more for me anyway, if I could muster it…

This morning was so horrible, that as bad as I feel now is still a respite. Teitta keeps trying to explain that sickness is maluum (good and healthy) and will make me mtiine (strong). That I should consume milk and tea and all the things the medical handbook said will irritate my stomach. Her advice would be comical if I didn’t feel like I was going to die.

Here’s hoping for a better tomorrow. Unwelcome as this is, I feel like a true PCT. Enduring illness is a right of passage. Assuming this passes.