dancing punta in my stomach

That’s how I’ve described my parasites to people in town. Foolishly (and lazily) I didn’t boil the water for my coffee long enough on Sunday and have been paying for it all week with a fun batch of parasites. I’m pretty sure that’s what caused it. I normally boil my water for 4 minutes but I wasn’t really paying attention so I just thought, “Who cares? It’s boiling. It’s probably been boiling for awhile.” Idiot! Sunday night was spent with a fever. Monday was total exhaustion and stomach pains that reminded me why I am so scared about giving birth, considering these are just parasites and not a human being. Tuesday and Wednesday, still tired with little appetite.

Growing up as a chubby-ish girl, I always dreamed of a magical diet that would cause me to lose a few pounds without doing anything. Who knew that that diet was only consisted of drinking untreated water?!

I was stuck in my house for 4 days straight and was starting to go crazy. One of the few benefits was that I didn’t have to answer the door if someone knocked because I put a sign out politely asking that no one knock on my door because I’m sick.

…well, until Williams banged on the door for 10 straight minutes.

“Can’t you read?!”, I say groggily.
“Good, you’re not dead.”, as he barges his way in with Luis, who is holding a bunch of leaves.
“Um…I’m sick and I look like crap.”
“We’re here to make you feel better. We’re going to make you a drink that will kill the parasites.”
“No, really, you don’t….” Too late. The blender is already being filled with the leaves and water (purified this time).

I drink this concoction of what seems to be spearmint and water. They leave. 20 minutes later I’m throwing up.

You can’t say they didn’t try.