So I called in a curbside takeout order to Macaroni Grill (meatball lasagne if you must know). While I was on hold, I got a little Italian lesson. Now, I took an Italian class before I went to Italy, so I know the important questions and phrases you need to know. Where is? How much? etc.
The Italian lesson on the phone taught me how to say, "Excuse me, where is the bathroom so I can wash the pasta sauce off of my pants?"
I can say that in a whole week in Italy, this never once came up.
Still sick. Bleeeeeeck. (though a bit better) I went to el doctor, and he gave me some super expensve antibiotic that comes in a pill form as big as a quarter. I now have to specifically ask for drugs that come in generic form, and in a shape that I can swallow. That's just too much to remember.
And yet I continue to go to the gym. Doc says as long as there's no fever, the sweating is good. I just get super tired. I have officially lost my mind when it comes to exercise. Having lost almost 10 pounds becomes quite an incentive to keep it up.