Getting sick.

Sometime last week I ate something that threw off the balance of my stomach in favor of a fairly serious infection. 

I spent most of Monday running to the bathroom and getting severely dehydrated. Tuesday I went to the doctor for confirmation and antibiotics, Wednesday and Thursday I sat around waiting to feel better. Attempted work a little too early Friday. 

It's Saturday and I am hungry.  Still can't eat more than a few bites without getting super full but I was worried I would never have any interest in food again. 

Part of traveling is getting sick. Normally it isn't a week long thing, but I've met people who have been sick for months because of travel, so I count my few run ins and my one emergency as a pretty good record. 

One issue with getting sick is that it makes you reconsider everything. In my case loneliness and illness tend to play out as pessimism. While sick I contemplated some of the things I've been writing about, thinking about over the last few months. The conclusion has been that I have enjoyed certain aspects of my time here but I'm not feeling happy with the most prominent aspect of being here- which is work.  My contract is up in October, but I am beginning to believe I won't be here that long.