I seem to be ahead of Conan in regard to my health because I am now able to sit up and type this. For me, it started two nights ago when C and I got a chance to go out solo (leaving Sila back at the surf camp) and visit an ex-pat club that had music. Beforehand, though, we stopped at a place for "the best hamburgers" (really, Senegal, the BEST hamburgers?). I was feeling a bit off and when I rose from dinner, I felt like passing out. Thankfully, I didn't, and it seemed to pass...until the sharts came. Not sure what a shart is? Google it. Anyway, yesterday wasn't too bad, and I was able to take another surf lesson, but then I started to decline and sleep last night was non-existent.
Conan's African stomach hit yesterday evening during sleep, and he said he "peed out his butthole" about seven times. Sorry, everyone--I know this is probably more than you would like to know or read, but it's real. Anyway, he is next to me, moaning and for some reason, we both can't lie on our right side (doctor friends...any reason that is?). He's eaten two bananas today; I've had one.
So there you go--that's what's happening on our glorious around-the-world adventures! I'd give you pictures, but I don't think you want to see what's going on here. Sila's enjoying taking advantage of both of his parents not monitoring his screen time, and I have a feeling he's played more than his allotted 30-minutes of Roblox. Oh well.
Send good, healing thoughts!
No comments:
Post a Comment