i am soooo not down with the sickness....

*warning! You are about to receive waaaaaaaay too much information about me, so if you're easily offended or feel like respecting me after i come home, STOP READING NOW!*

Let's talk poop. Dysentery. Upset stomach. What my immodium bottle calls "loose bowel movement." Traveller's diarrhea. i don't care what poetic name you give it, it still sucks ass to get it.

i've been holed up in my room for the past two days, and while my poop is long gone, i spent last night feverish and contemplating a hospital trip, and while the fever was gone by morning, today my stomach has decided that it would like to tie itself in a bow and make me suffer. What. A. Day. 

So unfortunately i have no fun stories to share with you dear friends, as the only worthwhile thing mentioning is that the guys at the hotel restaurant keep laughing at me because all i eat is toast and drink soda. they think this is because of a hangover and keep yelling "too much tuskers!" (Tuskers is the beer in Kenya). i just laugh and don't let them think otherwise because it's A LOT less embarrassing than having to pantomime "loose bowel movement." Just ask my brother. he's got a fuuuunny story to tell about this one time in Italy ;)

So friends! This is where i ask for your assistance! Send some positive vibes my way so that i may heal and get back to work tomorrow! Otherwise they're gonna think i'm slacking! Aaah! 

Love love love you all and sorry for the graphic nature of this post. But you can't say i didn't warn you!!