Saturday evening, half an hour until dinner: Sitting in bed, thinking about freedom, wishing that God would take pity on me and help me find some way to escape from my prison. I'm going crazy from being in my bed alone for such a long time. My body is sore from sitting. I'm probably forgetting how to talk from being alone and silent for so long. Will I ever escape? Or will the doctor find me mentally unstable tomorrow? Will I be allowed to leave my room? Or will I be kept in solitary confinement for the rest of my life? Wait, my ears are straining to hear. Can it be? Can I hear steps coming up the stairs? Is that someone opening my door? It is! My mom is coming into the room. Is she going to let me out of my jail? She says, "do you want me to bring your dinner up again or do you feel good enough to come maybe down?" AHHHHHHHH! Need she say more? I immediately jump out of bed, "yes mom I feel fine I'd love to come down!" Well "fine" is a slight exaggeration, I still feel a little weak in my legs (from sitting around so long probably) and a tad bit dizzy (probably from getting up so quickly after sitting around for so long). She says "okay" and leaves me to my joy and excitement. Oh, I only have half an hour to get dressed (hey, that's kinda hard after that long in bed). Later: Well, I'm showered, dressed and my hair looks decent. I take a deep breath and walk slowly down the huge staircase. My first real steps outside of my room in oh so long. It feels so good to be free. To be back in the world with people, the sheer joy of it almost overwhelmed me.Well I won't stay down here for very long so I don't get to tired. I'll just go sit on the couch and watch a movie (more sitting, really?) and then it's back to bed for me. Night-night everyone!
Sunday Morning: I'm officially allowed out of bed in a few hours. But can I keep myself here? No. Well I guess I'll just get up and get ready for Mass. We're going to leave a little early for Mass so that we don't have to walk to fast. I'm still a little weak but I don't want to miss Mass. Later: Mass was... interesting... It was a children's mass and well lets just say there was a lot of clapping, fiesta sounding music and a puppet show. Very... different. After Lunch we sat around waiting for the Doctor to show up, she said she would be here at noon but she was very Colombian. She didn't show up until one o'clock. She looked in my throat felt my neck and said "ok, she's fine now" Then told me that my lymph nodes would take about ten-ish days to go back to normal (great, ten for days of being told I have a fat neck... :P) Few, I'm well and officially not stuck in jail anymore. FREEDOM!!! Hallelujah! Now that I don't have to stay home this afternoon, what shall we do? ;)
Sunday Afternoon: I know what we should do! Botanical Gardens and Ice cream. We took taxis to the gardens with another family (we all came quite close to heart attacks on the ride but we survived) They were absolutely beautiful. There were different sections that represented all of Colombia's different areas. I will post pictures in a new post.
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