I am surprised by the rapid deterioration of my health

When I wrote the title of this post, I meant it as a joke. I wish it still were.

The day I got to Asuncion I spent about five hours in good spirits. I swam in the pool, I ate a little dinner, I enjoyed struggling with Spanish and then I went to bed. Ten minutes after I'd gotten in bed I had to get up. I HAD to get up. During the following eight hours I visited the bathroom at least ten times. I went mostly to throw up, but sometimes to excrete some watery stool. Sometimes both. I spent the next two days sleeping and sweating off a fever.

But, I recovered. Now I spend my days exploring the city of Asuncion, getting stared at and burning my skin until my work with 'Habitat Para la Humanidad Paraguay' begins, which should be next week. It is a wonderful and relaxing existence, which is certainly worth the physical price I paid in those first two days. Still, I hope the times in my life are few when I am so surprised by the rapid deterioration of my health.

Join me next Saturday for "I am betrayed by my own poop."