Warning: Graphic Language
We're dropping like flies. Lars and I didn't go to our projects today, and are alternating shifts in the bathroom. Lars is having stomach problems. Direct quote: "my lower intestine feels like it's about to burst". He's used the facilities about 10 times today.
My sickness yesterday gradually turned from a headache to explosive diarrhea. I must have ran to the bathroom 15 times yesterday. I was feeling better this morning and was planning on going to work. I tried to eliminate everything out of my system before we left, as I feared having diarrhea on the squatter at Koseli. There was a point in the morning where I considered making a plastic splash guard to protect my ankles from the inevitable wide radius explosions from my bowels. But right as we were walking to the bus stop, I could feel some aftershocks. A bus was stopping for us and I had to make a split second decision whether I could endure the 45 minute suspension-less bus ride to Koseli, only to have kids bang on my stomach while we "played" King Kong.
It was the right decision to stay at the house. I was awake for only about 5 hours yesterday, but I am still going in and out of sleep today to not disturb my stomach. When I wake up, it's game time. Just me and the bathroom, straight down to business. Luckily, I feel better than before: this morning I clocked in a solid 30 minutes on the toilet with a barf bag in front of me. I tried to "pull the trigger" on my gag reflex to see if I could get rid of anything, but it insisted on coming out the other end. I knew it would be an endurance match, so I brought our boombox in with me. That was also a good call, as the Nepali girls like to play "Umbrella" by Rhianna on repeat throughout the day.
Their obsession with Western culture is always bamboozling. And by obsession, I mean they can listen to that song for an hour straight. Update Lars' count to 11. I'm going to head to the store to grab some Febreze. I think we owe it to everyone.
-Mike
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