Sick at the Same Time – Adventures in Hungary

Well, we’re in Hungary!

After 10 hours of flying, 12 hours of train-riding and a few days spent in Budapest, Zsolt and I have finally arrived in the beautiful Pecs. So be prepared, because the next little while on Bumpyboobs is basically guaranteed to be adventures in Hungary-land (i.e. Magyorszag if you want to say that in Hungarian).

Our first adventure in this country of fruit, paprika, barking dogs, salami, red roofs and a language that continues to baffles me:

Catherine and Zsolt’s totally awesome adventures of getting SICK!!

soupWe’ve never been sick at the same time before, and I have to admit, we handled it rather differently. Zsolt was cheery as anything. I was full of WTF!! anger, at least on the first day when I felt like a heavily congested achy grumpy zombie lady.

I ought not to go into specifics. . . but I will just a little. Ever since chemotherapy (I don’t like how often that line reappears in my stories), I’ve been avoiding getting sick. My mantra is “Happy, Healthy and Cancer-Free.” Though lately I try and remove cancer from the equation entirely, and just say, “Healthy & Happy.” Therefore, this means keeping a minimum two or three meter distance from sick people – and running away as soon as possible, not touching anyone who is sick, not using the same cutlery or food, and just NOT getting sick. Because sick reminds me of being sick. And I never want to be that sick again.

So I was rather pissed when I caught this cold. But it’s only a cold, and I was being stupid. However, no matter how logical my brain was in saying that, my emotions were throwing me all over the place and were desperate to lay blame, and simply not-feel-this-way-anymore.

Zsolt, meanwhile, was sipping his tea and wearing his comfortable clothes, and enjoying this little reprieve from the business of life. He says to me, “We’re sick at the same time!” like it’s cause for celebration.

So I decided to try and lighten up. These stupid colds are going to happen in life. And when I’m a mother, I reckon it may become inevitable. Holding so much deep rooted anger toward illness isn’t going to do me or my body any favours.  It’s my personal take-away: I need to address this source of anger.

But in the meanwhile, we’ve been eating meat soup, which is really chicken soup. Oh my God it is delicious. Zsolt’s mom puts all kinds of vegetables into the broth (e.g. carrots, radishes, broccoli, potato, brussels sprouts, turnips, garlic, onions, etc.) along with the chicken, and then she strains everything out so what’s left is this golden tasty broth that might of well have descended from heaven.

This has been our medicine for the past three days, and it’s basically all I’ve eaten (chicken and veg bits thrown in).

I’ll tell you what, when the body is feeling down, there’s nothing better than chicken soup. Actually, yes there is! Chicken soup that I didn’t need to make for myself. Add some paprika potato chips to that arrangement and you’ve achieved perfection.

Anyhow, this is really just the first adventure. And while it might not be a typical travel-log experience, it was actually quite revealing for me. I still have no interest in voluntarily getting sick, or ever getting sick, but it would be good not to get so angry about life’s small & inconsequential bumps.

Interesting Magyar (Hungarian) Fact:

It is chive season in Hungary at the moment. People are allowed to pick the chives (cut the chives?) from the forest since it grows there all over. However, each citizen is restricted to 2kg of chives.

Now, isn’t that interesting?

One of my favourite things about Hungary (yeah, I might be saying that often), is that the year revolves around a calendar of food and/or occasions that honour that food. Some day I’d like to make a calendar of all these lovely seasons, just for my own pleasure. Forget the months and the days – live by the seasons. 🙂

And that’s all I got for today! See you later 🙂


10 thoughts on “Sick at the Same Time – Adventures in Hungary

  1. Your Zsolt is such a romantic … “We’re sick at the same time!”

    I was smiling when I read those words, even before I got to the end of your sentence.

  2. I am sad to hear you are sick. It is interesting to hear that I am not the only person that finds being sick reminding me of being “sick.” I thought I was strange because getting a bug these days impacts me tenfold (and I am about 10 times worse and curl up in bed and just recuperate when I used to drag myself to the office unless I was about to pass out). Hope you feel better ASAP! Enjoy some chives. 🙂

    • Yes, exactly! I had the impression that men were worse at being sick – but I was a total wimp this week. I guess when you go through something so huge, it changes how we react. Thanks for letting me know I’m not alone in that, Mandi.

  3. dear catherine,

    awww, what a sweet guy your zsolt is! and what a fab mama-in-law to make that mouth-watering soup. with the backdrop of both being so attentive, i’m so glad that you have been able to find a perspective on being “sick” that helps you. you, and every one of us who have gone through a cancer experience, have every reason to feel powerful emotions when we don’t feel well – even if it’s only a cold. i have been super paranoid about being exposed to other people’s germs – doesn’t matter if they are next to me or 50 feet away, i hold my breath and high-tail it outta there!

    i hope you feel better every day. and i enjoyed your account of the calendar being synched with foods of the season. yes! do it! take photos and let your imagination run wild with the calendar idea.\

    love, XOXO,

    karen, TC

  4. Pingback: Weekly Round-Up | Journeying Beyond Breast Cancer

  5. Catherine, I too avoid sick people. I hold my breath until I get past a person who is coughing! Reading your post got me thinking: Is there a connection between Hungary (and its celebration of food) and the word hungry?

    • Hmmm. Hungarians call their country Magyarorszag. So maybe one day an explorer from somewhere else wandered over and was really hungry, and was feed incredible soups, etc. and therefore named this place Hungary? Although, I reckon with that logic, They would have named it ‘Delicious’. 😉

  6. I can understand intolerance toward sicknesses. After chemo, many of us have exhausted our quota of sick days and refuse to pay for any more time off! As for you and your husband getting sick at the same time, it’s sort of like a two-fer.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s