Posted by: Kristie | September 27, 2009

It’s What We Do

Brett and I have this nasty tradition. When we travel, specifically overseas, we get sick. On our honeymoon to New Zealand, straight off the plane, we immediately headed to the emergency room where Brett was diagnosed with a staph infection. On our first anniversary, we went to an all-inclusive resort in Jamaica where my stomach was messed up the entire time so I could barely eat or drink. On our second anniversary, Brett and I were both sick in Paris and Romania, which led to a 3-month stint of bronchitis for me. But for the past 1.5 years, we have traveled successfully without getting sick. So I thought this trip would be different. I packed vitamins, Emergen-C, tried to eat fruits and vegetables, generally kept a positive attitude.

But then Brett started feeling a sore throat coming on. This led to a cold while we were in Salzburg. It decreased his energy, but we were still able to see the sites. By the time we arrived in Munich, we thought he was on the mend. Then came Oktoberfest, which seemed to wreak havoc on his body. The rest of the time we were in Munich, Brett was laid up with the flu. Fever, body aches,chills, etc. But we looked up everything related to the flu, including H1N1 info, and it all said to stay home and only go to the doctor if there were specific symptons, none of which he had. On Friday, we flew from Munich to Marsielle which was pretty horrendous: 2 airlines, 1 hour wait for passport control in the London Gatwick airport, 4-hour layover, cattle call boarding…all while Brett was running to the bathroom every 20 minutes. It sucked, and that’s coming from me so you know it triple sucked for Brett.

So basically by Saturday morning, the running to the bathroom hadn’t stopped. So off to the Marsielle emergency room we went. Through broken English we found out that Brett has some type of intenstinal infection. 75 euros and 4 presciptions later, we were on our way to Provence to our 2-week retreat in the Luberon mountains. So far I have fought off getting sick. Hopefully the Provence air (and drugs) will serve us well.



  1. So sorry, this sounds SO miserable.

  2. I’m so sorry that this happened.

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