Us 0- Mercutio 2: The Plague Continues

The Plague now has an official name: Pneumonia. I have escaped with the broken glass with bleach poured on sore throat which responded beautifully to antibiotics. Barely any discomfort anymore, I am just tired. Bülent on the other hand has been hit hard. He has been on antibiotics for a week and a half and still gets fevers every night, is extremely fatigued, coughing and sputtering. AND SWEATING. Granted, this man normally puts out heat like a furnace at night. However, this is ridiculous, and a little scary. He sweats SO much at night I am afraid when I wake up he will look like a wizened piece of beef jerky. Last night he went to bed earlier than I did, so when I went to bed an checked on him, everything was soaking wet. He got up to get some water ( to replenish the gallon he had lost) and I actually changed the sheets and blankets. The saddest thing was that his pillow was also damp, so I went to flip it over (don’t judge, it was 2 am) and the other side was already wet! Tomorrow he is going to get some chest x-rays just to make sure everthing is healing. But for now I am making sure that he drinks lots of water during the day so that in the morning I do not wake up next to a man that I could break over my knee like driftwood.

Us 0 – Mercutio 1

There is a plague on this house. While we do not have the swine flu, we are getting the immunological shit kicked out of us. Bülent is still getting fevers every night (as I am but lower grade) and is extremely fatigued. I also had a sore throat. As of last night I would compare it more to shards of glass embedded in my flesh with fresh lemon juice being poured on. So we went to the doctor today, Bülent’s uncle. It was so convenient, we had blood tests run, and had the lab results within 15 minutes. It was amazing. He also looked at my throat, and though my Turkish isn’t fluent, I am pretty sure I heard him say “My God!” Then he patted my face and gave me a kiss on the cheek for good measure. Apparently my throat was pretty fancy because he call Bülent over to look at it it. And then before was left he looked at it again, and there was more face patting. So we are both on antibiotics and in general kind of a mess.

Example of Niceness

Bulent’s family is so NICE! I mean, really really nice. Lets take yesterday as an example. In the middle of the night I woke up throwing up. Then it went from bad to worse and not to make it too specific, but the other end. So I was thoroughly sick yesterday. In the morning Bulent called him mom to ask for advice, what should he do, feed me, give me etc. She immediately offered to come over and nurse me. I decided against it because I prefer to be miserable without an audience, also I did not want to knock her down in my mad dashes to the bathroom. That would be hard to live down. So two minutes after we talk to her we received a call from Bulent’s dad. He wanted to check on me and also mention that if I was really sick he would send and ambulance. It was just a 24 hour bug, but incredibly sweet. Two minutes after that we received a call from Bulent’s Uncle H who is a doctor. I was required to describe my symptoms in embarrassing detail to a man I had just met the other night. He then prescribed a course of action and told us to call him immediately if anything changed. Then THROUGHOUT the day we received phone calls from his mom, his dad, his Aunt F and Uncle O, and Uncle H, to check on how I was doing, offer advice and support. For a stomach bug. Very sweet. I am also not worried about any healthcare related issues now. If there was every something seriously wrong, I would be whisked away, given care and then nursed back to health.