As you might know, the period from August 13th to 15th is called "obon" in Japanese, which is the second biggest event, after New Year's Day. We usually have family gatherings, and visit our relatives graves and put flowers on them and pray.
I was looking forward to the event, because we were planning to eat out together afterward.
What happened to me was that I felt really sick just after we met. I was about to faint, I felt dizzy and could not continue standing. Some people brought me pieces of ice, and I was taken to the emmergency room. I had thought that I might have gotten heat stroke.
It was food poisoning, and my symptoms were due to dehydration. I also had a high fever in the evening.
The terrible feeling lasted the whole day, and I could not eat anything. To make matters worse, I did not write my diary yesterday, which I haven't done for the last seven months. I continued writing it, no matter what( happened).
Although I might have been able to write an entry of a few lines, I decided not to write, to see if the world would end if I did not! (Although I might have been able to write an entry of a few lines, I made so bold as not to do it, so as to see if the world would end if I didn't!)
When I woke up this morning, I learned the world has continued on.(the world is still here, life is still going on.)