This is going to be a tough one to explain. I'll try and keep graphic descriptions down, but it's kind of an iffy subject to start with. Well, prior to coming to Colombia I was exposed to what water from another country can do to one's digestive system. In Nicaragua, for example, I ALWAYS drank purified bottled water. ALWAYS...well at least until one night at a pizza joint I asked for a glass of water with ice. Warning. Warning. Warning. I knew I shouldn't drink it, but I was thirsty, so I did. And boy did I ever pay. I couldn't wander far from the bathroom because everything just went straight through me. Exploding diarrhea. Not fun.
I expected this sort of thing to happen when I moved to Colombia. But this time I was ready for it. I know that these symptoms usually persist for about 2 weeks and then our bodies get used to it and there is no need to be tethered to the bathroom anymore. My goal was to get my body acclimated to the little critters in the water. By getting them in me as soon as possible, I would (in theory) have had my run of travelers diarrhea before the first day of school. That first morning here I turned on my faucet, filled up a glass and slammed it. I half expected to get sick on contact...but of course, I didn't. I wasn't even sick by the end of the day. What about day 2? Nope. Day 3? Nope. Day 4,5,6,7,8....No. No. No. I have yet to have diarrhea and I have yet to feel sick. And you ask why this is sorrowful? You see, my sister's wedding is in 2 weeks and I have a dress to fit in. I was counting on traveler's diarrhea as my 2-week countdown diet plan. Nope. I guess it's back to square one with eating healthy and exercising. Isn't this weight loss thing supposed to be easier? Ha!
On second that, with my luck, the diarrhea won't hit me until the plane ride back from her wedding! Ha. That'd surely give me something to shed a tear about.
...you may have expected a post on day 2 teaching, but I found this much more important tonight. There is always tomorrow.
I expected this sort of thing to happen when I moved to Colombia. But this time I was ready for it. I know that these symptoms usually persist for about 2 weeks and then our bodies get used to it and there is no need to be tethered to the bathroom anymore. My goal was to get my body acclimated to the little critters in the water. By getting them in me as soon as possible, I would (in theory) have had my run of travelers diarrhea before the first day of school. That first morning here I turned on my faucet, filled up a glass and slammed it. I half expected to get sick on contact...but of course, I didn't. I wasn't even sick by the end of the day. What about day 2? Nope. Day 3? Nope. Day 4,5,6,7,8....No. No. No. I have yet to have diarrhea and I have yet to feel sick. And you ask why this is sorrowful? You see, my sister's wedding is in 2 weeks and I have a dress to fit in. I was counting on traveler's diarrhea as my 2-week countdown diet plan. Nope. I guess it's back to square one with eating healthy and exercising. Isn't this weight loss thing supposed to be easier? Ha!
On second that, with my luck, the diarrhea won't hit me until the plane ride back from her wedding! Ha. That'd surely give me something to shed a tear about.
...you may have expected a post on day 2 teaching, but I found this much more important tonight. There is always tomorrow.
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