fever. tonsils. bedrest.

i am sick. there, first step in getting better, being able to admit it, right? if that's the case, i'll admit it all day and night. i'm sick. it happens. 

things to know if you ever get sick in spain. 

--first, no matter how much your tonsils hurt, no matter how much pain you are in, don't cry. your spanish mom will call you  "tonta" and a baby. (jury's still out on why.) 

--also, she will try to get you to eat everything in the house. and when you tell her you can't eat anything cold, she will then take many things out of the fridge and leave them out overnight in order for you to eat. a kind gesture, really, but i'm not sure how much rotten yogurt will help me. for now, i'll just say no to food. 

--but once you are able to choke something down, chicken soup here is pretty damn tasty. homemade chicken broth, basil leaves, and tiny little pieces of pasta. if you can keep it down, then eat up.

--next, always ask before doing. here in spain they put the thermometer under their armpit. it works.  

--next, if you finally muster up the strength to go to the emergency room, bring your camera. it is a beautiful building hundreds and hundreds of years old. i was in no state to bring mine, but maybe if i had been warned i would have. 

--and lastly, when you are at the hospital, pretend that you are in a 1930's old hollywood flick. because not only does everybody dress that way, but the doctor will also prescribe that way. besides the medication, i have been ordered to a week of bedrest. no, i'm not ninety and no, i'm not pregnant. just a girl with swollen tonsils told to lay in bed for a week. 

now you know.