I'm not very good at being sick.
As I sat in my doctor's office yesterday waiting for the results of a strep test, I might have cried.
The doctor said I don't have strep.
What he did say: "You're really sick."
I'm thinking I could have been a doctor.
I have a story for you.
The story requires that you know two things about me:
1. I am picky...super picky...about eating leftovers that have been left out of the refrigerator.
2. If something has gone beyond it's expiration date I will throw it out...no questions asked.
We arrived in Mexico on a Thursday morning, and within just hours of our arrival my milk chocolate candy was starting to melt.
There was a freezer against the wall in the hallway, and I opened it to put my chocolate inside.
I noticed immediately that the freezer didn't seem very cold, and there were some bags of ice that were mostly melted.
I had the thought "maybe they use the ice to keep things cold, and it's time to replace the ice."
Fast forward a week.
I was sitting at Ana's kitchen table talking to Juan, her husband.
Ana was getting ready to prepare lunch, and from the hallway I heard a screech.
"JUAN! The freezer quit working!"
So much for my melted ice theory.
The smell coming from that freezer was ... I don't have a word ... let's just say it turned my stomach more than once.
Everything in that freezer was meat: chicken, pork, and goat.
Some of it had already been cooked...most of it had not.
The freezer had been out of commission for at least a week.
Considering that when I had opened it a week earlier, the ice was melted, it had been out of commission for longer than a week.
"So you'll have to throw everything away?" I asked with regret.
"No! We will just cook the meat and refreeze it."
And that's what they did...for the rest of the day.
Ana pulled something out of the freezer and cooked it for lunch.
All I know is that it was a combination of rabbit and sheep meat, and when Ana asked if I wanted some I graciously declined her offer.
"I'm not hungry," I said.
Which in fact was a big fat lie.
I'm always hungry.
My husband, who had gone on an anti-Mexican food diet the day before, also declined.
As they were eating their lunch Juan asked, "Where did this come from?"
Ana replied, "It's from your birthday party."
"Last year's birthday party?" Juan asked.
So...not only had the meat been unfrozen for over a week, it was more than a year old.
That night...somewhere in the air between Mexico and California... the stewardess served us a sandwich.
A warm chicken sandwich.
I couldn't eat it.
I may never be able to eat chicken again.