There were the 56 mosquito bites, then the fall into a puddle of mud which ripped my toe open, there’s been bird shit in the hair, a bucket of dirty water thrown over my head from over a balcony, everyone remembers “Operation Drive-by”, there was the nasty hangover on the cattle-class train (self inflicted pain doesn't count I guess) AND I’ve had a wart on my hand …. BUT last week took the cake. I threw up at the front door of the Taj Mahal. Yep… the stomach bug to kill ALL stomach bugs and I got it. Let’s just say the ol’ “Drive-By” was a treat in compared to this doozy. We self diagnosed as Giardia (no, it’s not funnier when you sing it to the Banana Boat tune) but after the nonprescription drugs went
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