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my neck is soar from the inside out. my head feels like some hot cooking utensil. my stomach won't stay put and anything i try to give it is quickly refused.

being sick in a developing country is quite an adventure. it's quite difficult to point to exactly where you got it.

tonight i had a conversation with julie that went something like this (she is just as sick as me):

'where do you think we got this bug?'
'beats me'
'do you think it was that weird fish we had the other day?'
'don't know, i had that fish before and it looked cooked.'
'well, maybe it was the frog we had yesterday for lunch. they were kinda cold.'
'yea, they were but i've had cold frog before.'
'you think it was a mosquito? maybe we have malaria? what are the symptoms of malaria?'
'umm, i think just about what we have but what are the odds that both of us have malaria?'
'don't know, maybe the same mosquito bit both of us. i hate mosquitoes.'
'yea. who doesn't.'

and that was it. you're left wondering what happened and how to avoid it the second time. your mind races from worse case scenario to, 'i'll be better tomorrow.'