¡Enfermo!

I do love Mexico and I would definitely say that I am enjoying my time here. I have met some new friends with which I hope to remain in touch for quite sometime.
HOWEVER, today sucks! My alarm clock usually goes off at 5:00 a.m. so I can get to the Language Center on time for set-up and stuff for my class. This morning I woke up at 3:30 puking my guts out. It was quite a tragic situation. I assumed it would go away and went back to sleep only to wake up again at 4:30 with the same situation. Combined with a fever and inexplicable dizziness, I was quite worried at this point! I still got ready like always for my class. I leave the house at 6:00 a.m. after getting shower, shave, clothes, a little breakfast, etc. This morning I didn't eat breakfast because I felt horribly. When 6:00 finally rolled around, I decided I needed to call my one student and tell him that I simply could not make it. He was not terribly upset since he said he had to leave for Mexico City for a business trip this evening. After talking with him, I went to sleep and woke up at 8:00, and immediately began to puke again. Hortencia, my Mexican mother, was moving about outside my bedroom so I asked her if she had any medicine for an upset stomach. It was killing me! She said no and that she was sorry I didn't feel well and began to ask me what was wrong. She tells me she can always read how I feel by my face. My friends do tell me the same thing. I didn't know I was so transparent. ANYWAY, she demanded that I go to the doctor because it might be something caused by mosquitos. Well, after that news I was freaking! A mosquito disease in Mexico. It's called Dengue and sounds quite serious.
They did convince me to go to the doctor after they told me about this low-income medical clinic that their Catholic parish offers in the mornings. I went and Mary, the other lady of the house (age 52, I think) went with me. We waited for at least an hour in this little clinc. It was quite neat and a blessing for low-income Mexicans. I was about two seconds away from throwing up again before they finally called me back to see the doctor. It was not the typical doctor's visit. He was sitting at a desk and I was sitting in a chair as if I was meeting with a professor or something. He made me describe my eating habits, which prompted me to turn the floor over to Mary who does the cooking. She said nothing out of the ordinary, of course. She did remind him that I do eat "de la calle" on Sundays. I go out to eat on Sundays because that is the one day that no one cooks in the house. Since this was Thursday, I told him I doubted that the chicken joint I ate at on Sunday is causing me to be sick today. He concurred and made me lie down on the doctor table, which actually did resemble that of the clinics in the United States of America. He touched my belly in various places asking if it hurt. It only hurt when he pressed hard which he said was intestines. He said it confirmed that it was a genuine stomach virus. Thank God it wasn't the mosquito disease I had been warned about. For three days I can only drink liquids and eat liquid-based foods like soup and jello. Oh my God...three days! He gave me a prescription of three pills, which totaled 25 dollars. The doctor visit itself was only five but they sternly said I was welcome to make a donation of more than that to the clinic. I gave them ten. (100 pesos) because I didn't have much at the time. Mary and I went to the store to buy jello and juice and made it back home around 2. I slept from 3-8. I ate a little bit and now I am writing this and will probably go right back to sleep! I MUST go to class tomorrow though, because I cannot miss many more days of the Language Methodologies Class...