Marché de Noël

Sunday night after I returned from the Marché de Noël à Esbly, I mentally prepped for class the next day (homework was already finished) and went to bed. I dont recall the number of times exactly but every 1.5-2hrs that night, my poisoned stomach forced me from my cozy bed to kneel on cold tiles before the all consuming toilette bowl. Though fatigued and aching, I remember being curiously surprised that my body temperature could change so quickly, almost instantaneously, from teeth-chattering cold to sweat-broiling hot.
The human body is quite fascinating, even to the sick mind.

After a couple of days in bed and with Elisabet Maunoury's kind, experienced hand, I have recovered my health and nearly my strength.