I have spent the past two days completely wiped out by an especially virulent breed of food poisoning. According to a Canadian doctor here, I had, within the suite of common expat illnesses, the one that is most unpleasant but has the shortest duration. I think I was the most acutely and violently ill that I've ever been, and so I decided early on in my communion with the toilet that I had already contracted malaria. Fortunately, I have not.
I feel like an old lady, thinking anyone wants to hear the minutia of a pretty banal health issue.
The food poisoning score since the inception of my relationship with Griff:
Griff:3
Emily: 1
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