So, do you ever get sick?

*Cackles.*  I mean, I live in a land where one of the packing considerations is how much pepto you can legally enter the country with (I'm surprised it's not on the Customs Declaration Form by now), drinking the water can land you in the hospital, and milk is not pasteurized.  So, do I and have I gotten sick?  Yes, of course.

Today, for example, I woke up at 5am with a bloated stomach and felt like I had eaten a pack of razor blades.  Unlike the USA where you would probably wonder what it was you ate, my immediate reaction was, "Oh crap....I have parasites!"  Yes, glamorous.  I eventually fell back asleep and then later tried to down breakfast which was successful and then unsuccessful.  The day was spent in a haze of naps and trundling upstairs for water refills and glamorous meals of.....bread and apples.  (Well, that or I'm on the college student meal plan again).  Nonetheless, this is the second time I've logged this particular routine.  The perpetrator?  Who knows.  Anything really.  A pear you didn't wash well enough, the cheese from breakfast, I mean---really, anything can do it, especially when you have an immune system that doesn't exactly have the best track record for being topnotch.

Another fun one I've encountered is the rotten-milk-nausea routine.  Yes, this has been the result of more than once unsuspectingly slurping up acrid milk.  Despite immediately spitting it out and rinsing my mouth like crazy to rid the foul flavor and hopefully avoid the impending doom, two days pass and I find myself with insane nausea which again lands me in bed for the rest of the day.  It's lovely.  Or not.  Yet, the plus side of getting ill, however, it is that usually within 24 hours it clears up and before you know it you're back in the game....thanking God, Dios, Allah, Jehovah, or whatever you do or don't believe in for health that is 95% of the time--pretty damned good.