A Rough Start
*This post was written just after our arrival in Paris at the beginning of July.*
About two days ago I began to feel really nauseous and light-headed while making dinner. Elijah and I had done a modeling job that morning. We hadn’t eaten anything “odd” and I couldn’t imagine why I was feeling that way. Justin said that it may be nerves, but I wasn’t nervous or anxious about anything. Earlier that day, I had told our agent that we would return the following day for another morning of shooting. Knowing that we needed to pack and prepare for our trip, I had told them that we couldn’t work again the following day. However, they really wanted us to keep shooting they offered double the pay. At that stage, I was feeling okay so I didn’t think twice about saying yes. All we had to do was pack for Europe, and we still had Sunday afternoon and Monday morning to do that. Justin was working on Sunday too, so I figured we would all get one more day of work in.
I woke up on Sunday morning feeling worse than the night before. I wrestled with whether or not Elijah and I should go on with the job. It seemed weird that I didn’t feel any other symptoms. I decided that it was “mind over matter” and it would be worth the extra money for the trip to push through, and try to get the second day of the modeling job done.
Somehow I made it through the morning, but afternoon I started feeling really sick. I was unable to prepare anything for the journey… And even worse, I couldn’t bare the thought of traveling while I felt that way. On Sunday evening I climbed into bed at 9pm and hoped that by the morning I would have strength to pack and prepare for our journey. Thankfully, we had a late afternoon flight so we only had to leave our apartment by 1:30pm.
I woke at 6:30am, and while Justin and Eli were still fast asleep, I rolled around, in absolute agony. The nausea had tripled. I was so confused – Just extreme nausea and fatigue! Nothing else. By 8am things got worse and (sorry, TMI) awful diarrhea followed.
I could barely move so Justin kindly stood holding up the clothes I had laid aside for our trip during the week before. I would say “yes” or “maybe” and he created piles of clothes. He had stayed up until midnight sorting out all of our plugs, cords, and electronics, and other travel necessities. Thankfully, in the weeks leading up to our trip we had start putting important things aside but packing for two months of continuous travel is quite different to prepping for a vacation where you only visit one or two spots.
Monday flew by and before we knew we knew it, there was barely any time left. We had done all we could, and even though I was barely keeping it together… it was time to go! We had waited
months years for this trip, and I couldn’t imagine not leaving because of some freak sickness that I knew would be gone within the next day or two. As uncomfortable as I was, I had to pull myself together and get out of the door. I looked and felt awful, but I knew that I couldn’t let anything stop us leaving because those flights were non-refundable/ non-changeable.
Somehow I made it through the flight and to the hotel in Paris, but I was still brutally sick (in the weirdest way ever) for another day. It sure wasn’t the way that I imagined our dream-trip beginning, however I was happy that I was able to make it through the journey from China to Paris. And even though I still felt dreadful when we arrived, I was able to recover in a nice hotel with my two favorite people.
A week later I looked at my arm and saw a strange spot that had become brown with fading all around it. Instantly I flashed back to the modeling job. We made been shooting in an abandoned house, and although it wasn’t too rough around the edges, it was in the middle of no where with grass and bushes around the side of it. Between sets, I had been playing with Eli outside when I realized that my arm started to sting. Later my whole forearm started to itch, and one small spot was raised and an odd color. At the time, I thought nothing of it. My skin is sometimes sensitive and I thought that I had scratched an existing mole. When I looked at that “mole” a week later, I realized that it was never a mole. In fact, by then it looked like a small hole?! That was when I started to wonder if my sickness was perhaps the result of some sort of spider or insect bite.
I guess I will never know…
But I made it through the journey, and on our second day in Paris I began to start feeling half-human again.