This is my twenty-third missions trip and my second trip to Cambodia. I have also taken several other trips out of the country for other reasons. Even so, today was a new experience for me. We had to change the schedule today because I was sick this morning. This has never happened to me while traveling overseas. I had a headache all night, and when I woke up this morning my stomach felt unsettled. I felt dizzy. It seemed like dehydration, which I have experienced before while traveling. I took some medicine for my headache and starting drinking water. This usually works.
Since I had awakened early to spend some time in preparation for the day, I laid back down, hoping to shake off the headache and the queasiness. I have done this successfully before, but it did not work today. I knew what lay ahead, including the potentially nauseating commute and a full day with no air conditioning.
I tried to call Brother Frizzell, but the phone would not work. I put on a robe and walked down the hall toward his room. His room is only five doors down, but I didn’t make it. Halfway down the hall, all the water I had been drinking began bubbling up like an artesian well. I rushed back to my room and. . .
Only my precious wife understands what a dramatic event this was.
Being sick in Asia will make one call on the name of the Lord, and not in vain. Being sick the day before one is scheduled to leave is an especially discomforting thought, for either one will not be able to go home as scheduled, or one will have to make the arduous journey while sick. If the symptoms are too bad, one could easily get quarantined at the airport. And there’s always the fear of having to seek medical care, which can be worse than the sickness. None of these outcomes is very appealing.
I tried the phone again and finally got it to work. I told Bro. Frizzell I could not teach and asked if he could take my sessions today, which I knew he could. Being the warm and loveable fuzz ball that he is, he brought me a bottle of Gatorade. He looked at me rather pathetically, and in his affectionate and gruff New York sort of way, said, “If you die, I will see you in heaven.” Without another word he turned and walked off.
I closed the door and went back to bed. He went and taught all our sessions. We went to the store last night and picked up peanut butter, jelly, chips, and bread for our lunch today. I missed out on that too.
It is now late afternoon, and I feel much better. I drank a diet Coke, which stayed down. I then ate some fruit, which stayed down. I even ventured to drink some coffee. I am not sure what was going on this morning, but I am thankful it is over. Bro. Frizzell thinks I was experiencing heat exhaustion. He said he used to get sick every time he came to Cambodia.
Tomorrow will be a long day. I will teach all of the sessions tomorrow and try to make up for today. We will probably conclude with an inspirational session. I will begin my journey home around midnight.