I have bad news, and then good news and bad news again

Let me tell you about my life since Wednesday. Keeping in mind that this is finals week, so I have a field report, 2 research papers, a final exam and a presentation over the course over the next two days. Excellent.

BAD NEWS - I woke up, wolfed down breakfast and ran to school so that I wouldn't be late for the field trip. We were learning data collection techniques - plant cover - interesting stuff like that - in the boiling equatorial sun. I was nauseuous but didn't want to be a baby because *gulp* my newfound girl crush decided to come on the field trip with us because *swoon* she's studying botany... So not only did I hustle getting my stuff done (yeah right... when she wasn't looking I was laying in the shade of the miconia bushes we were supposed to be examining) but when we biked back I hauled ass up this steep hill that was in the beginning of our ride (immediately collapsing at the top of the hill, exhausted and wanting to barf and being completely winded for the rest of the way back... Becky had a pretty good laugh at that). Then we got back to the uni and I felt like I was on the verge of spontaneous combustion so I jumped in the water. Didn't cool me down, still felt nauseous, but girlcrush was taking a swim too so I played it cool. Then we walked a shadeless walk to grab some lunch, but as I was on fire and feeling nauseous, I just had a couple glasses of juice and headed home for a quick siesta before I began etching away at the mountains of work I had in store for the evening. I tried sleeping for an hour or so, but I decided that it must be about 200 degrees outside so I took a cold shower and went back to lay down but couldn't fall asleep.
Then it happend. And it happend for the next 36 hours. I'll spare you the details, to get an idea, I want you to remember the last time you got food poisoning and now I want you to multiply that by Ecuador.
My host mother was so worried that she checked on me every hour bringing me tea and crackers and food that just made me sick looking at, but she was really sweet the whole time. She just kept getting flustered and wanting to bring me to the hospital but I figured an Ecuadorian hospital might be a bit counterproductive. Then (awww) the little girl, Genesis, went to the store and got me an apple gatorade (1. - yeah, apple gatorade, weird. 2. in a glass bottle - why ecuadorians put their sports drinks in glass bottles i will never understand) which I drank a sip of and no sooner did she walk down the stairs but I accidentally smashed it on the floor. I tried cleaning THAT up but I couldn't sit up so I went back to sleep. When I woke up, there was broken glass and cockroaches all over my floor! Talk about a nightmare. So I took another cold shower and fell asleep on the floor of my balcony because it was colder outside, a terrible desicion from which I still have a stiff neck.
To top it off, my awesome professor wasn't accepting late field reports and it was due in the morning. So I walked back to the uni to get some work done. I threw up in the bathroom when I got there and decided it wasn't a good idea. I walked home. On my walk back, I took a different route that I thought was shorter (not always a smart experiment) and walked by a yard with a bunch of realllly adorable husky puppies. mmm.
TIME FOR THE GOOD NEWS : So on Thursday, I woke up and felt better. I couldn't keep anything down, but I didn't feel nauseous and I could walk around and stuff. I went downstairs to sit with my family while they ate and to say thanks for taking care of me and stuff. And in my living room was none other than one of those husky puppies. So I thought about that.
Thoughts:
" walked by someones yard and there were four husky puppies - 4 is my favorite number and husky puppies are my favorite puppy - SO when i wake up this morning and find a husky puppy in my living room, it's God's way of saying.... 'I'm sorry that you shit your pants and vomited all night and you had cockroaches all over your floor, here's a husky puppy' "

Genesis put an orange tee shirt on him (huskies must get pretty cold here in the Galapagos) and named him LouLou.

AND AGAIN FOR THE BAD NEWS: stupid owner came to get the puppy while i was at school.