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The next few days were somewhat of a blur. As my boss, Leonie, likes to call it (and it's sooooo accurate), the holy trifecta struck. I was puking up things that I didn't even know were in me and my body was a hot mess. Actually - I was a hot mess, too.
Nothing would stay in me and all I wanted was some Gatorade.
It was horrible. My anxiety spiked up more than usual and I felt miserable.
Vooooooooy marisam // Ugh I'm sick!
BUT...
At least I was with mamanjoon. I was finally there with her. Sick..but with her.
The next morning one of Mo's uncles came over to take us to the cemetery where aghajoon is.
I wasn't feeling good and wasn't going to go but I realized how important if was for me be there for Mo and for aghajoon.
Hopped into the car and off we went. It was like aghajoon was there with us because for those 2 hours, I felt amazing. It felt like such a blessing to see aghajoon at rest in a beautifully adorned grave site.
Mamanjoon showed me the old graves of her parents and siblings. The love this woman has is unbelievable. The things she has experienced and the life she has lived all while doing it for God - what a woman. She is a true angel.
Since this was my first car ride in daylight, I soon realized the driving is out of this world. There are lanes but they aren't respected. There are lights, but they seem to be for decoration. Oh and horns are like blinkers.
Instead of freaking out, I just closed my eyes, said a prayer and just went with it.
Once we got home, I got majorly sick...again. Without all the yucky details, I ended up in the hospital..again. Mo's cousins took me back to the same hospital. This time the nurses knew me. We waved at each other and I cracked a smile through the tears.
After another IV, a shot in my butt and some rest, I was on my way back again.
The next few days were the same. I would be able to get out for 1 hour at a time and then feel violently ill. I toughed it out though and really made the best of those first 6 days or so even though both Mo and I truly considered coming home early. (Thank God we didn't decide that!)
It wasn't until my third hospital visit (in a better hospital) that I started to get better. Apparently some stomach bug was going around/mixed with water/mixed with jetlag/etc and I just got lucky and got it! This hospital gave me the appropriate medication and a diet plan.
During this time, I got pretty close with Mo's cousin, Azadeh, her husband Amir and their 2 kids (Omid - 9, Bahare - 12). They really helped take care of me and made sure I took my medicine on time and ate properly. Plus, they just made me feel at home. Plus, having a sweetheart like mamanjoon around and her prayers for me helped calm me.
I was getting so much better. I was exhausted because of what my body had just been through but I was so happy. THRILLED. THANKFUL and just in heaven.
Check out the gallery below to see full images + captions from my first few days in Iran.
(Mo joked in the hospital that he should've taken a picture and I crankily said no. Now I kind of wish we did!)
It was horrible. My anxiety spiked up more than usual and I felt miserable.
Vooooooooy marisam // Ugh I'm sick!
BUT...
At least I was with mamanjoon. I was finally there with her. Sick..but with her.
The next morning one of Mo's uncles came over to take us to the cemetery where aghajoon is.
I wasn't feeling good and wasn't going to go but I realized how important if was for me be there for Mo and for aghajoon.
Hopped into the car and off we went. It was like aghajoon was there with us because for those 2 hours, I felt amazing. It felt like such a blessing to see aghajoon at rest in a beautifully adorned grave site.
Mamanjoon showed me the old graves of her parents and siblings. The love this woman has is unbelievable. The things she has experienced and the life she has lived all while doing it for God - what a woman. She is a true angel.
Since this was my first car ride in daylight, I soon realized the driving is out of this world. There are lanes but they aren't respected. There are lights, but they seem to be for decoration. Oh and horns are like blinkers.
Instead of freaking out, I just closed my eyes, said a prayer and just went with it.
Once we got home, I got majorly sick...again. Without all the yucky details, I ended up in the hospital..again. Mo's cousins took me back to the same hospital. This time the nurses knew me. We waved at each other and I cracked a smile through the tears.
After another IV, a shot in my butt and some rest, I was on my way back again.
The next few days were the same. I would be able to get out for 1 hour at a time and then feel violently ill. I toughed it out though and really made the best of those first 6 days or so even though both Mo and I truly considered coming home early. (Thank God we didn't decide that!)
It wasn't until my third hospital visit (in a better hospital) that I started to get better. Apparently some stomach bug was going around/mixed with water/mixed with jetlag/etc and I just got lucky and got it! This hospital gave me the appropriate medication and a diet plan.
During this time, I got pretty close with Mo's cousin, Azadeh, her husband Amir and their 2 kids (Omid - 9, Bahare - 12). They really helped take care of me and made sure I took my medicine on time and ate properly. Plus, they just made me feel at home. Plus, having a sweetheart like mamanjoon around and her prayers for me helped calm me.
I was getting so much better. I was exhausted because of what my body had just been through but I was so happy. THRILLED. THANKFUL and just in heaven.
Check out the gallery below to see full images + captions from my first few days in Iran.
(Mo joked in the hospital that he should've taken a picture and I crankily said no. Now I kind of wish we did!)
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