sick

According to my travel guidebook, one will most likely get sick on their trip to India, especially if travelling in a rural or isolated location.
It speaks the truth.
I woke up yesterday morning after a night of intermittent sleep with pretty bad abdominal pain. I promised myself I'd rest, sleep it off, and rejoin the troops after lunch, but come noon, I still felt lousy. I'm doing much better today, but I'm monitoring my diet to avoid eating anything that could further disagree with me (my breakfast this morning consisted of a fairly benign peanut butter and banana sandwich, made using the Jif we brought from the states). My day will start in the next half-hour or so, when we'll walk down the dirt road to school. I've worked to construct some sort of makeshift lesson plan that will keep the kids occupied, if nothing else.
Medically, I'm not the only one with problems; I'm actually quite fortunate, relatively speaking. Yesterday, one of the girls was complaining of chest pain and numbness in her leg. This was clearly no trivial issue, and the nuns knew she needed to see a doctor. Had I not been ill, I would have accompanied them; instead, my mom (who I learned yesterday is CPR certified) drove with them into Hassan to visit the charity hospital. The girl ended up being fine, but it was definitely a wake-up call for my mom and me.
Otherwise, things are good. We'll teach all day today with Allison and Christy (the two Notre Dame grads), and then rest a bit more in the afternoon before tutoring tonight. I continue to acclimate to the time change - I woke up at three this morning, inexplicably feeling fully rested.
We leave the home next Wednesday to return to the convent in Bangalore, where we'll rest up a bit before leaving for Delhi, Agra, and Varanasi. As much as I'm looking forward to air conditioning, hot showers, and constant electricity, I wish I could have more time here. I've developed an attachment to the home and the kids already, and I have no doubt that I'll return at some point.