After some trips to the doctors and various tests, my doctor has determined that while in Honduras, I managed to pick up some internal fun in the form of a microscopic parasite called Blastocystis hominis. Despite not being thrilled about this, I am at least pleased that I now have some reasoning for being so sluggish and sleepy as of late. My favorite part about this is that nobody seems to really know how to treat it. Medication has been prescribed, but it doesn't always work. Plus I can't drink while on it (and that's why I'm not starting it until Sunday). Fucking parasites!
Anyway, for all of you who like to say things to me like "Why can't you go on vacation somewhere normal?" or "What, are you to good for Cape Cod or Disney World or Toledo, OH?" or whatever it is you say to me when I go to such "strange" places, I guess this is where you can say, "I told you so."
Thanks.
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maybe that guy who ran the burger bus was from honduras. are you shitting a lot? like every four minutes?
I'm shitting like crazy. I have to wear diapers.
No, I'm just kidding.
I'm not really any worse off than usual in the shitting department, but I am still advising you to cut down on the number of rim jobs you give me.
Tell me you had to submit a sample of your poop to make the diagnosis. Please, please tell me that.
AP
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