He came at the beginning of November to attend a conference in Luxembourg and stayed in Marburg until Christmas. He is the one who has to eat, and I am the one who is ok if I don't eat. So, I used to skip lunch, but when he was around, I had to have lunch. Of course, there are only limited amounts of the restaurant we can visit in Marburg. The nearest one is the Kebab. We also used to eat in McDonald's and order Fillet-o-fish and veggie burger, Schwalmer Brotladen just to eat one or two pieces of bread, Paprica to eat pizza. But, Kebab is the most-visit restaurant. We ate there almost every day, then I reached a state in which I wanted to puke every time I think about Kebab and refused to eat Kebab. My stomach was uncomfortable. I texted my friend who is a doctor and asked him about my stomach. He said I might get gastritis and wanted me to buy medicine like "Promag." I wasn't really sure about this because I regularly ate since my husband came. So, I just enjoyed my uncomfortable stomach.
It was winter, my second winter in Germany, and I pee a lot. A lot. It was so cold and I can't help to pee.
And it was winter. For God sake, why European do not take a bath???
They smell real bad.
Several of them might realize that they smelled bad and decided to swim in a pool of perfume!
And those Arabic people, ahhhhh.. Do they think they were impressive with their perfume?
And all those smell made me nausea and dizzy and mad; yes, I have a sensitive nose. I hate perfume. I hate body odor, too.
My stomach was literally in danger!
I even felt the sense of my period would come, but it didn't happen. Screw you, my irregular period!
Oh, I got my period anyway, but only for one day. It made me worry. I had asked a friend about an English-speaking doctor to check my irregular period, but I had no time to visit the doctor.
Then..
I sneezed a lot. And my stomach cramps every time I sneezed.
What a pain.
But I was still alive well.
I still worked with that heavy machine. I still walked a thousand miles. I even had a flight to go to Indonesia.
So, that was a glimpse of my life during my second winter in Marburg :)
Then I flew back to Indonesia to find the answer.