I fell asleep for a hour or two and then woke up around midnight. I just felt worse and started to roll around around a bit. I went into the bathroom and threw up everything I had in me. That continued all night until about 9:00 in the morning when I threw up for the seventh time. The zone leaders called Hermana Diaz, the mission president's wife. She had other commitments Monday and thought I must have eaten a bad completo, or hotdog. I just stayed in bed all day. Slowly I began to feel better.
Eventually I got up and thought I should probably eat something. Hermana Diaz told me I should eat cooked things like rice or pasta. In my head the next thing similar food item that I had was dry toast. I ate two pieces of dry toast but that didn't settle very well. So, I got up, went to the bathroom and threw up everything that I managed to put down.
The zone leaders called Hermana Diaz again Tuesday. She decided she needed to check on me to see how I was doing...
That evening we had planned to move to our new apartment. I figured we already had stuff set up for the move and I didn't want to mess things up. It probably wasn't the best decision, but I did the best I could anyway and helped move. So now I'm in my new house!
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