The other day, my thumb was ravaged by a booby, red-footed, not blue. My life is now complete. Should the buggers be near extinction, perhaps I'll be featured in a documentary as the last person to be bitten by one. I'll get $100 for the pain of reliving the moment, I'm sure.
The day is funny as I "celebrate" the passage out of teenhood. The weather decided to give me a piece of home with drizzling clouds and not quite balmy weather. I blew all the lights in the flat and live in darkness now. I hope it was just a fuse. Fuses are short anyways.
In the two weeks spent here, only one day has been without death. So much for shining knights in armor.
Giardia is the non-pleasant friend, and Cipro took a flight to New Zealand. Numb lips and fuzzy vision can be common occurances, not directly tied to the other provisions.