Michael Jackson to the Rescue

I think my emotions finally came up all at once in one day, when I started feeling sick. I have been absolutely fine up till this point. I have been meeting awesome people, adapting to the food and my surroundings fine, not missing home too much, etc. I thought I was integrating really well.

Then came Monday. I woke up feeling very queasy, and couldn´t concentrate all day. Finally, at the end of the day, I went to one of the staff members and told her how I was feeling. To my dismay, she ended up calling the doctor, who sent me to the hospital right away, just to make sure it wasn't dengue, a deadly disease contracted from mosquitos. I immediately began crying in the middle of the lobby of the Peace Corps office. I didn't want to go to the hospital, it was nothing, I swore to it! But they sent me anyway. The entire time, I still teared up thinking about how I wished I could at least call my mom and tell her what was going on, and how much I missed her. Then I began to think about everything else that I missed from the states, and all the doubts started to come and haunt me.

Tears were about to well up in my eyes once again, when ¨Billy Jean¨ by Michael Jackson came on the radio. I immediately brightened up, thinking of the numerous awesome 80s nights I had spent with my good friends in the States. I started humming to the music, and looked over at the driver, who happened to know the song too! We laughed, and started talking about how much we loved Micheal Jackson. Who would have known? Michael Jackson would help a peace corps volunteer in need!