So today I was supposed to go on my host sister’s field trip
to Yungay (no idea if that’s even remotely close to being right), where there’s
a zoo with ostriches, monkeys, Peruvian fox-dogs, and a ton of other cool
creatures, and to Acopalca, where there’s a lake, a waterfall, and another
volunteer. It was going to be a really
awesome trip—that is until 3:45 when I woke up to get ready and discovered that
my stomach hated the world and everything in it. I was one sick puppy. If you’ve got a delicate disposition or
prefer not to read about a person’s bodily functions than read no further. If you don’t mind then get set because I am
grumpy.
IT IS BEAUTIFUL OUT! IT’S SEVEN AM AND THE SUN IS SHINING,
THERE’S A SLIGHT BREEZE AND ITS GORGEOUS! IT’S THE MIDDLE OF RAINY SEASON AND
THERE’S NO RAIN! IT’S THE PERFECT DAY FOR A ZOO AND WATERFALL OUTING AND I AM
ALTERNATING BETWEEN SHITTING MYSELF SILLY AND LYING PRONE WILLING MY STOMACH TO
STOP CRAMPING. I’M FEELING GOOD ENOUGH
TO RANT (AS YOU CAN TELL) BUT THE THOUGHT OF FOOD MAKES ME NERVOUS AND
NAUSEOUS. THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY JAW ACHES
FROM MY THROWING UP MARATHON EARLIER AND THERE’S NO CELL SERVICE IN MY
ROOM. IF IT WAS RAINING OUT, THIS WOULD
BE THE PERFECT SICK DAY. I HAVE A
BILLION HOURS OF TV AND MOVIES TO WATCH ON MY HARD DRIVE, BUT NO. IT’S THE BEST
DAY OF THE YEAR AND I’M NOT AT THE ZOO OR THE WATERFALL.
I’m done. The problem is that I’m starting to feel well
enough that I’m doubting the decision of my 4:00 am sick self to stay home. Even though logically I know I was right to
stay, as I literally puked my goodbye to my family. It’s like everyone is going to Multnomah Falls
on the first nice day of summer without me.
Man, now I’m not just grumpy, I’m bummed. Plus side I guess this means I’m settling in
quite nicely?
All I can say is that Arrested Development better be as good
as people say it is, because I sense a day of binge-watching coming my
way. And if my stomach can take it I’m
breaking into the chocolates.
Besos…
Update: Definitely made the right decision as the vomiting continued. Thank God for Cipro, that which cures all.
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