It started on the 9th. On the plane ride home from La Paz. And now it’s the 13th. Five days! I’ve had this thing inside me for five mother fucking Freaking days! And it’s not getting worse, but it’s not getting any better either. All I know is that I’m freaking starving right now.
My parents brought home Pizza and despite my better judgement, I just wolfed down two slices.
Everyone wants me to see a doctor but I refuse to go. I’m anti antibiotics. They do more harm than good. What I need is eastern medicine. To eat special herbs and shit.
I don’t get it. I never get sick like this when I travel. At least, not for five days straight. Usually my bugs are flushed out within 24 hours.
If this thing doesn’t kill the people of La Paz, it ain’t going to kill me so I’ll ride it out.
The thing is, I get weaker with each day. I slept for most of the day today. My backpack is still fully packed from when I got home, my room is still completely trashed….I have no energy.
I’m fine if I don’t eat. I can go out and about. But now I’m at the point where I’m too weak to move if I don’t eat.
I’m grabbing more pizza, screw it.
And my asshole is really starting to burn something fierce. It’s getting so bad that I’d rather throw up than shit. And trust me, I’m nauseous too so throwing up ain’t a stretch.
My eyes want to close. I’m so tired. I fell asleep at 10 last night and woke up at 10AM today then took a nap.
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