A Weekend in Bed

It is a very good thing I did not go to Florence this week. I woke up Friday morning in serious pain. I could not go back to sleep, but I could barely walk when I tried to get out of bed. I spent the entire day trying to sleep. My body refused to feel better. I spent the entire day today doing the exact same thing: laying in bed attempting to sleep and hoping the pain would go away. Here I am, though, at midnight on Saturday night not feeling any differently than Friday morning.

It is frustrating being sick while I am in Rome. I feel like I wasted a weekend that I could have been exploring Rome and seeing things I still have not seen. Instead of exploring, I have not left the residence in about 36 hours. Kelsey wanted to take me to the hospital, but I did not want to go. Partly because I am not fond of hospitals and partly because I did not want to pay for the expensive cab ride there. Not knowing what medicine would be best for me from Italy, I have been taking the over-the-counter pain killers my roommates brought from home. They are not working that well.

Overall, I have been lucky health-wise since I have been in Rome. Until now. I am driving myself crazy looking at the walls of my apartment and laying down for hours upon hours. It is even worse when friends from home are visiting for the week and I cannot see them because I can barely stand. It has not been a very good weekend unfortunately.