A** and Mouth Explosions

Well hello, friends. I know it's been awhile since I've written, but we've been busy teaching everyday and settling in to our life here.The biggest thing on my mind is ass and mouth explosions. Yup. Sorry about the vulgarity, but that's what my last twenty-four hours have been like.

Saturday was a wonderful day: a picnic at Kean Svay (http://phnompenhday.blogspot.com/2013/08/kien-svay-resort-for-all.html) and dinner at the Russian Market back in Phnom Penh. I even found the best street food I've ever had at the market: a large, very thin, egg omelet with bean sprouts and lightly sauteed herbs and pork. It also came with a beautiful salad plate--herbs, flowers, lettuce--that you wrapped chunks of the omelet with and dipped in an amazing sauce. Yummy.

But then it happened: the slight rumbling of the stomach, the cramps, the explosiveness. First it was just a few times, but then the pace quickened. Then came the vomit. Lots of it. Then the chills, then the fever. By 9:00 p.m. last night, I was a hot mess. Literally.

Because we had Sila sleeping soundly in his bedroom (thank GOD he wasn't really keen to eating at the Market that night and didn't eat the salad), we had to call a doctor to come and diagnose me. Apparently, it was the food.

The dreaded event finally arrived. Anyone who has ever traveled to less-than-Western-standards countries, knows what I'm talking about: the moment when you're doubled over in bed and exploding from both ends. Yuck. I haven't felt this bad since the pasta event in Peru....or the deep sea fishing trip in Hawaii (remember that one, Kathy and Ron?).

Thankfully I am feeling a bit better and the explosions have stopped. The doctor has given me a lot of drugs (yes, Ma, I am taking antibiotics), and I am on the uphill trek.

So there you go--probably a lot more than you wanted to know about me right now, but there it is. Big hugs.