For the past week, my stomach has been bothering me more and more. Every meal has been a chore, no matter how hungry I am, and each meal has been harder to eat than the last.
I think I know why, now. I was worried it was just the malarial meds that I’ve been on since last Wednesday. But last night was the first since then that I haven’t had a drink, and my stomach feels gloriously normal today.
I’m not looking forward to four more weeks as a near-teetotaller, but I’m glad I’m back to normal and on the meds. I’ve been at Campamento El Sombrero for all of ten minutes, and I already have a mosquito bite. I’m sure there will be more.