After 5 weeks in China, I was ready to get home. I was really 'romesick' Well, it was a mix of wanting to leave and wanting to be at home to lounge around on the couch and do nothing. I arrived home safe and sound a week ago. Once again, I went through the typical airport scene—running to my gate, getting liquids sequestered from my carry-on, waiting forever in lines and my favorite, spending lots of time in the bathroom with diarrhea. I don't think I am nervous when I fly but nature says something different.
Thankfully, it was an uneventful journey from Wuhan-Beijing- Rome. The event started when I arrived home to a broken hot water tank. Normally, you could just call a plumber but . . . Not in Rome . . .Not in August . . . and especially Not the week of August 15 (Ferragosto)
So I went to bed tired and dirty thinking that I could take a shower at work the next morning. That would have been perfect if I hadn't woken up the next morn with a killer cold and sore throat. I managed to make it to work but not into the shower. The cold and sore throat got worse, adding stomache problems and laryngitis to the mix. I was happy that Wednesday was a national holiday. I stayed home and slept in between episodes of Will & Grace (man, am I glad I bought those!).
I managed to get to work Thurs and Fri but was home by 1:30 pm on the couch with W & G. While in China this is what I had in mind--kind of. I longed for the couch and vegging but I didn't dream of the accompanying ailments. It goes to show you--be careful of what you wish for!
The pattern was interrupted yesterday. I felt good enough to actually go out –and not just for work. I am on the mend.
So, I have been home for a week (and yet to unpack) and I am thrilled to be back in the eternal city even if it is plumber-less and I am taking cold showers. . .
