What’s the worst part about traveling? Getting sick. If there’s one thing I can vouch for first hand, you don’t want to end up in the hospital in a foreign country.
The symptoms started shortly after arriving in Istanbul although very sporadic and far between in the beginning. For me this is pretty standard when I arrive in a new country so I didn’t think much of it. Then a few days ago I spent a couple evenings doubled over in pain with stomach issues. (I’ll spare you the details.) I could have put up with it for several days before giving into seeing a doctor. Even in the states, I just don’t go to the doc. I don’t. For one, I’ve rarely had insurance so it’s quite pricey and another, I refuse to take antibiotics if I can help it. I’ve been doing my best to heal my gut and taking antibiotics will reverse all my hard work.
The word “antibiotic” literally means “against life”
All of these images were taken the afternoon after the maid came so it appears much cleaner than it ever is. Thankfully she comes Monday through Friday (usually).
The worst part about it is that some of the younger girls smoke inside the apartment; they smoke in the kitchen, in the living room and in their bedroom. Not healthy! Thankfully my roommates don’t smoke so we spend all of our time in the apartment inside our room.
The kitchen doesn’t have enough cutlery for the ten people living here so it’s nearly impossible to ever find a clean dish.
