Shout out to the people that kept me alive

Hello all.

I know you have all been anxiously waiting by your phones, computers, radios and televisions for any news of the condition of my precious health. You'll be glad to hear that this girl is back. Most of the achiness, headaches and plague-like symptoms have subsided and I am about 95% back to my bubbly, happy-go-lucky, glamorous, gorgeous, diva queen self. For this I owe thanks to a few people and things:

1. Muh frands
From the hugless heartless Haley who still brought me Gatorade, Carole who literally is my mother here, Gina who gives the best hugs, and Meg who let's me talk it out, they are the greatest.

2. The maids of the Albergo del Sole
The only people brave enough to clean the death room and the only people kind enough to ask me how I'm doing even though they literally have no clue what I'm saying.

3. Subway
I walk past a Subway every single day on my way to Pascucci's or the classroom building and every time I think to myself, "I'll never eat there, I'm in Rome!" Well yesterday, in my hopeless attempt to get to Pascucci's, I literally could not keep walking. I stopped in Subway and got a 12 inch sandwich with chicken and as many vegetables they could fit on it. I honestly think I would still be sitting on a curb on the busiest street in Rome if it was not for that Subway sandwich.

4. Gatorade
My current life source. I'm going to start sweating colors pretty soon.

5. The workers at Pascucci's
Stefano took my temp and pulse and put ice on my neck (it's not creepy I swear...) and Patrizio was just kinda Patrizio (and it was creepy).

6. My mommy. And Ryan.


So folks, moral of the story: don't worry about me. I'm ok. I'm alive. Rome is good.

Peace and blessings.