WARNING!! If you do not want to know my whereabouts please do not read!
WARNING NUMBER TWO! If you do not want to get to know me further than you already do, then please, do not read. This blog entry contains highly graphic and potentially traumatizing content. For those of you that continue to read, please, by all means, enjoy. ;)
The other night I was attacked...by bugs. No, not cockroaches, but transparent bugs that like to whisper and float through air, settling on the food and lips of unsuspecting persons. I was one of their latest victims (deserving? perhaps, I dared to dabble with cheese that was questionable)
"Hey Bacteria?! Did you hear Rachel is going to travel tomorrow?"
"Noi I hadn't Cold. Shall we pay her a visit before she departs?"
"Yea, I think that is a wonderful idea! I think she'll appretiate it as we havn't seen her in awhile, a good farewell gift."
Wrong, but thanks for the thought fellas. It is seven a.m., the day of departure for the highly anticipated travel to Katmandhu, and I wake up moaning. I am bloated, constipated, and cramping from some pizza that hadn't settled well the night before. I puked five times (pinnapple, cheese, vegetable--it was all there). Once I popped I didn't stop for the next two hours and found, sooner as oppossed to later, that it wasn't just my mouth that would be expelling my dear friend Bacteria from my body (my god what did I eat! And where did this cold come from!?)
From seven till ten I was paying hommage to the porceline gods. Strategically, I lied between my bedroom and the bathroom, bathroom and the bedroom, back and forth, forth and back. It was a precisely planned dance by all those involved other than myself; my body running to the torturous tune of timely feinds. The tune wasn't pretty.
By the time Tim returned, I felt I had at least exploded enough to salvage some time to make it to the airport. We grabbed our things and made for the door. I did, thank god, survive the airport experience embarrassment free and made it safely to Katmandhu.
To be continued...
The other night I was attacked...by bugs. No, not cockroaches, but transparent bugs that like to whisper and float through air, settling on the food and lips of unsuspecting persons. I was one of their latest victims (deserving? perhaps, I dared to dabble with cheese that was questionable)
"Hey Bacteria?! Did you hear Rachel is going to travel tomorrow?"
"Noi I hadn't Cold. Shall we pay her a visit before she departs?"
"Yea, I think that is a wonderful idea! I think she'll appretiate it as we havn't seen her in awhile, a good farewell gift."
Wrong, but thanks for the thought fellas. It is seven a.m., the day of departure for the highly anticipated travel to Katmandhu, and I wake up moaning. I am bloated, constipated, and cramping from some pizza that hadn't settled well the night before. I puked five times (pinnapple, cheese, vegetable--it was all there). Once I popped I didn't stop for the next two hours and found, sooner as oppossed to later, that it wasn't just my mouth that would be expelling my dear friend Bacteria from my body (my god what did I eat! And where did this cold come from!?)
From seven till ten I was paying hommage to the porceline gods. Strategically, I lied between my bedroom and the bathroom, bathroom and the bedroom, back and forth, forth and back. It was a precisely planned dance by all those involved other than myself; my body running to the torturous tune of timely feinds. The tune wasn't pretty.
By the time Tim returned, I felt I had at least exploded enough to salvage some time to make it to the airport. We grabbed our things and made for the door. I did, thank god, survive the airport experience embarrassment free and made it safely to Katmandhu.
To be continued...
posted by rach at 7:57 AM
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