Information; too much, perhaps

I write this, shocked that I'm even able to do anything right now. I woke up at six AM, with an absolutely terrible headache. I think I could literally feel my head throbbing. Three miserable hours later, I proceeded to throw up the contents of my stomach. I'm getting awfully good at doing that, lately: my body hates me. Lying in bed, almost wishing I were dead, I wondered how long I would feel nauseated. If it were like the last time this happened to me, it was going to be a very, very long day.
Leo tried to figure out what was wrong. I answered her questions and assured her that a lack of a scarf certainly was not the cause (I haven't even been without a scarf for the six weeks I've been here, I think) and no, I most definitely was not hungover. She had asked me subtley about my alcohol intake the night before. Answer? None.
She said, 'stay in bed and sleep.' Uy. That just made me all the more aware of my furious stomach and aching head--yet, I slept! (For those of you who know me, that's almost unheard of. I never sleep during the day.) Sometime before noon, she suggested I take some medicine for my head. I was nervous to take any pills, but like she said, if you can't hold it down, you can't hold it down. And, wonder of wonder, miracle of miracles, they stayed down! So, I could partially open the window to let in the sunlight again. Next up: juice. There was no way I wanted to try anything beside water, but she strongly recommended it. In my fairly weakened state, I thought, alright then, the worst that can happen is that it comes right back on up again. Lo and behold, it didn't.
I write this to say, 'Leo, you were right!' Though the means of communication between a concerned host mother here and an American caregiver are much different (she was brisk and demanding in regard to my treatment, more so than I would prefer): she was right. Even though I don't think the lack of a scarf and slippers is the root of all evil, taking her advice proved quite beneficial.
And the kicker? I just had a magdalena. They are delicious, sweet little muffins that come in plastic packages. The best packaged food I've ever had. I did not want to eat it, but I meekly agreed to after drinking the peach nectar (which was delish, as usual). Now I sit here, triumphant and thankful, typing away (from my bed, where I've been all day, but still: in comparison to this morning, I am wonderful). Gracias Leonór and truly: gracias a Dios.