Some lower intestinal discomfort inspired me to cut out of class early today to go to a German medical clinic and after talking to them, and looking online, I’m about 80% sure I’ve got an intestinal parasite. Now, while this is gross, I’m excited because if I’m right, starting tomorrow, my ailments will go away—constitution, bleating, sass, and this funny nose (symptom names have been changed to protect the easily grossed out). Also, surprisingly, one symptom is a cough, which I have had for over a week now.
So, I’ve got to go back tomorrow to find out the results of my blood work and provide a “sample,” which unfortunately I have experience with because this is how I paid for my trip to Guatemala last year.
Thursday I decided to walk down to the bakery next to the Iranian place. So one of the guards accompanied me the three blocks to get there. Yes, passing the Pakistani Embassy en route. There were four US Military guys walking the opposite way down the road, so I said hello to them. They could have been DynaCorp too—the headquarters of this private outfit is down that way. DynaCorp is supposedly the private sector group that is in charge of training the Afghani Police. Anyway, Haroun and I had to be let through their barbed-wire one of those first nights when we went to the Italian place.
Little kids swarmed the bakery when they noticed a foreigner in there. So I looked for something to buy them, but the cookies were for sale by the kilo only and the guy in the store didn’t seem too keen on having me buy anything for them (I guess, naturally, he doesn’t want them swarming his customers all the time). Well, once I left the store two cute, filthy, little girls came up to me to try and sell some boxes of mint gum or something. “10 Afghani.” This is about 20 cents. I only had a 20 Afghani bill, so I held up two fingers. Well, then the other girl pushed out a box of the gum, so I gave her the 20. The first girl started pitching a fit! I guess they weren’t on the same team, so the second girl was getting 20 Afghani for one box and the first girl was losing a box. The guard stepped in and convinced the second girl to give the first girl a box. We walked on. After twenty paces or so I turned to see if the girls were getting along with the arrangement. They were giving the money to an older boy.
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dude, those intestinal paracides can be serious business. How does it work to get writ of them - you drink some oil and poop them out? Curious to learn about this in your next posting ... ;-)
Not oil, water. With pills. Then I guess you do have to, you know, evacuate them somehow, so...
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