I had been hacking up lungs for a good solid month and a half by this point, and it was not till I fell ill with a stomach bug as well that my throat totally closed up and something had to be done. I went to visit to an Italian doctor with Maria the most lovely head of the Rome office, who translated for me to the doctor who spoke very little English. The doctor looked down my throat and went “Mama Mia” and started laughing as him and Maria covered their mouths as if I was carrying the plague while I sat there with no clue what was going on, haha good joke Italians. Turns out I had Laryngitis, and that with the stomach bug and a fever from the medication had me bed stuck for two days, luckily Faye was able to come down and cover some English days we had coming up. A few days before on the weekend before I realize quite how sick I was we were checking out the Sistine Chapel. I was feeling awful but forcing myself to see the amazing place and the museum that surrounded it.
I sat down for a few moments on a bench to admire the chapel and was woken up by Emily who told me that I had fallen asleep for a solid 15 minutes. Luckily it probably just looked like I was deep in prayer and not dead asleep in one of the most famous chapels in the world, but if anyone was going to nap there why not me. Also on my list of things I saw while I was quite ill was the Popes crib, the Basilica that sits right in Saint Peters Square. This church was absolutely massive and stunning, very different from the smaller beautiful Sistine Chapel. This Basilica was stunning, towering pillars, arched ceilings and filled with statues and paintings.
At least if I was deathly ill, I was deathly ill in Rome.
I sat down for a few moments on a bench to admire the chapel and was woken up by Emily who told me that I had fallen asleep for a solid 15 minutes. Luckily it probably just looked like I was deep in prayer and not dead asleep in one of the most famous chapels in the world, but if anyone was going to nap there why not me. Also on my list of things I saw while I was quite ill was the Popes crib, the Basilica that sits right in Saint Peters Square. This church was absolutely massive and stunning, very different from the smaller beautiful Sistine Chapel. This Basilica was stunning, towering pillars, arched ceilings and filled with statues and paintings.
At least if I was deathly ill, I was deathly ill in Rome.
W to the ord. I told myself that a lot--at least if I'm sitting around all morning in my pj's I'm sitting around all morning in my pj's in ROME. Ah the good life.
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