December 15, 2007

What the Poop!

During my time at a camp near Bragg Creek, the evenings with staff were often spent sharing stories of daily events. Since we worked with adults requiring personal care, we always had some great stories about pooh, in all the different sizes and shapes and consistency. It was never a big deal and yes, this relates to this story, somewhere.

Today as a day of a pain - some of my own doing, some out of my control. I spent Friday night with 5 Nepalese men (all over 35) who have taken me into the family. Only because I'm special and keep saying that our skin is different but our blood is always red. Together we polished off a 1.5L bottle of whisky and ate some good old bar food - drumsticks, wings, ships and salsa and some odd chicken salad thing. We shared stories and talked politics, religion, and kick boxing. They sang Nepalese songs and I sand western songs. It was so much fun and funny that after 4 doubles, we were all able to understand one another despite language barriers.

My foreign friends eventually came and found me, a little drunk but super happy. I said goodnight to the new found brothers and went off to dance. Until 3 am I danced and had a great time. I even got a call from work...from Canada. I'm sure the ladies all a good laugh but my memory seems fuzzy on the call.

The next morning, I was ill. Head pain, ovary pain, tummy pain, memory pain but mostly, hangover pain. It took me an hour to get out of bed and get food into my tummy. As a traveler, and for most travelers, the 'runs' are expected and everyone seems to have that experience.

For me, I am sitting on a cafe toilet with my head pounding, waiting for something. For me, the pooh is like bricks passing down the exit tube and it's a little painful. So, I sit and wait and think warm gentle thought and hope the pooh takes its time because then it is at least tolerable. I had to chuckle at my self-inflicted pain colliding with my natural traveler pain. I, most of all, chuckled at how I needed to experience this in a third world country so that I could come home and appreciate my clean bathroom, flush toilet and hot water!

3 Comments:

At 2:17 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

thats nice...very graphic description. It sounds like you are seeing into my future since I will be doing the same the morning after my last exam!!

 
At 7:26 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

you've changed! i feel like i don't know you anymore. 'roflmfao'

 
At 7:46 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

and this relates to Bragg Creek - how.
SS aka mom

 

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