Crashing

Dear Will

I was poisoned last night even after showing the waiter my note that was about my allergy to milk products.  It took me two hours before I could breath through my nose.  My chest is still conjested. I just went to the supermarket across from our hotel and bought some cashews and bananas.  There is so little here that doesn’t have milk in it.

 I’m so tired.  I think I’m going to spend the day in my hotel room sleeping after the city walk.  It’s raining now but I have a jacket and umbrella so that will be fine.  And at least the rain has cooled things off.  No point on going up on the mountain, though, so I’ll just donate the 59 euros to Viking.  I’m having trouble not crying.  You know how I always got culture shock, no matter where we went.  I always worked through it because you were with me to encourage me.  I don’t want to connect with anyone now because I’m such bad company, breaking into tears at any moment.

You don’t remember, because you were mostly gone, but I was so jealous of my friends who went to Italy together.  

It feels like I’m back in the despair that hit me in April.

I won’t tell my Facebook friends this, but I bit off more than I can chew with this trip.  Thank God for friends who check in on me.

I’ve increased my anti-depressant dosage this morning in hopes that it can help me stop crying.