Day 31 and 32

Food poisoning extravaganza. Today was international women's day and I jokingly suggested that our finance controller should take me and the other women staffer - the finance assistant - out to lunch. Instead of going to the vegetarian buffet run by the church across the street, we took the company taxi to a chicken joint. The roasted chicken hacked into pieces was served over oily fries and deep fried boiled eggs and onions. All of the food was cold. Like a true winner, I ate a bit of everything. An hour later I was sweating and several hours later I was in the bathroom where I spent the entire night. The cramping that ensued was incredibly painful and lasted a few days, partially because I was try to cure myself naturally. Yeah, no, I learned that is a waste of time and dumb. Here in East Africa you take the meds.