Rushing to the bathroom for the 6th time I could hear the call to prayer for the muslims. It was pitch black. It must have been 4 or 5 in the morning. They have call for prayer 5 times during the day.....I think. You can hear it everywhere you go and it's quite frequent. It's not annoying..... just culture.
It started getting light outside and the bathroom trips continued. Christy would talk in her sleep every now and then. She even sat up and looked down at the ground beside her bed and start talking like she was talking to someone. I was a little freaked out because I thought she was actually talking to someone...... someone really little ....or someone trying to be sneaky and crouching low so I couldn't see them. When she was actually waking up, that's when my nausea kicked in. I didn't know wether to sit on the toilet or bend over the toilet.... sometimes it was both. I even thew up any medicine I took that would have been any help..... I also had very little of it in stock to begin with. I had to stay at the house today. Sick. again. can't believe it. Africa is apparently not my continent.
Since I couldn't go with everyone today and I'm in charge of the project at the factory, I wrote out a list of things to be done. It's mostly a cleaning day today, so at least it's somewhat ok if I couldn't make it. I felt bad I wasn't able to make it, but sometimes I just can't control what happens to me.
So. Here I am sitting in bed.....
Going to the bathroom or sleeping for the day. The power is back on and it's finally raining. I've been hearing the neighborhood kids screaming and laughing playing outside our house gate. Probably the same kids that wait for us outside the gate looking and smiling at us as we leave and come back everyday. They never fail to be out there. I've also been hearing the men hammering on a house they're building next to our guest house. Hammer hammer hammer, crying child from falling down, hammer hammer hammer, kids laughing and playing, more hammering.... It reminded me of when I was little and in bed sick listening to all the noises outside, wishing I was out there playing. I eventually got up and took a shower. It had been since Friday the last time I had one. I even shaved my legs. Ohhh! It feels so good to have smooth legs again!
While I was getting all clean I could hear everyone return from the day. I was feeling SO much better that I even went to dinner with them after I dried off and got ready. Su and Sammy came with us. At dinner I sat next to Su, Sammy, and Michael. Carrie was to the left of me and came in and out of our conversations and the ones on the other side of her.
Su is so bad. God love him though. He is hilarious. Most of our conversations were bathroom humor, but I guess that's what I get for sitting next to those guys. Actually, that's what I get for sitting next to Su.... and maybe Michael. They are a fun crowd though and I don't think I would have switched if given the choice. Lots of laughter tonight. As we headed back to the house after dinner Danielle stopped by the "supermarket" to pick up some things for tomorrow. When she got back on the bus with groceries she gave us all a surprise! ICE CREAM BARS! WHAT?! AWESOMENESS!
After we got back to the house we all went in the living room to do our regular routine highs and lows. This time though Brittney and George were there and they didn't know about the whoopie cushion. So..... we did the whole skit with it like we did with the Project 61 women when they came to visit. I had my blanket and the cushion all set up and got to a prime time to give it an ol squeeze. No one heard it and it wasn't a good one either. So I try it again. Awesome! It actually sounded like a REAL legit "that was a completely real fart. Somebody just did that" kind of fart. I left and squeezed it again in the hallway. George was absolutely disgusted. Jack pot! Mission accomplished. Tonight was prime time to do it too, because they knew I wasn't feeling well all day. HAHA! Wow! ha! I have really matured on this trip.....
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