Stomach Flu
Saturday morning in Shanghai, and I finally feel well enough to go venturing out to Auchan (the local French-owned supermarket...at least, I think it's French) for some badly needed items. After a week of being ill in bed, I'm sick of being sick. No more squirts or vomit (gross, right?) -at least that is my hope for today. I still feel dizzy and weak, and I know well enough that it's owed to the inevitable dehydration that the tummy flu causes (which I learned today isn't actually the flu at all), so I'll down another gatorade before I get packing. Other than that, I feel pretty good.
It's less than 10 days from my departure. I have so much to do, and don't want to do any of it. Mostly, O.T.'s been on my mind. The hardest part about leaving Shanghai is always saying goodbye to my beloved Orange Tohnch.
Well, I'm off like a dirty shirt (Ducky said that on "Pretty in Pink" -one of my fave movies growing up).
Wish me luck that I don't pass out over the Chinese cabbage or eggplant.
(note to self: must upload pictures -oh, will i ever? ugh! so much to do, don't want to do anything...)
It's less than 10 days from my departure. I have so much to do, and don't want to do any of it. Mostly, O.T.'s been on my mind. The hardest part about leaving Shanghai is always saying goodbye to my beloved Orange Tohnch.
Well, I'm off like a dirty shirt (Ducky said that on "Pretty in Pink" -one of my fave movies growing up).
Wish me luck that I don't pass out over the Chinese cabbage or eggplant.
(note to self: must upload pictures -oh, will i ever? ugh! so much to do, don't want to do anything...)