Hostel, or Hospital?
Trip Start
May 02, 2009
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Trip End
Oct 18, 2009
Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Friday, October 16, 2009
Arriving at the hostel, I found two of the oldest ladies I have ever seen in a hostel in my room. One of them was in her 80s and the other in her 70s. The one in her 70s had been dumped there by her niece or something, whose house she was going to stay at because she was sick. Apparently the niece's boyfriend had been in a car accident and she was too worried to have her there. I couldn't help but feel there was more to the story, especially when she went out and came home drunk in the middle of the day.
The ladies wasted no time in telling me about how the 70-year-old had been so sick the night before that she had vomited allllll over the floor right beside her bed. In the space that was also right beside my bed. Those that know me well will know that I have somewhat of a phobia of vomit and people vomiting, and I couldn't help wanting to run away screaming at this horror story.
All the time they were telling me this, I was burning up with a fever and trying to pretend I didn't have the flu because I didn't want to be responsible for passing it onto these old ladies who would most likely be affected much more strongly than me.
So basically my day in Winnipeg was spent in bed trying not to die of the flu and wondering how on earth I would get on the bus for 30 hours the next day. I dragged myself up to the chemist to get some cold and flu medicine so I didn't drive everyone crazy on the bus by coughing the entire way, and actually felt a lot better by the next day. Thank goodness for being young and having an amazing immune system. Looks like it wasn't H1N1, this time.
