I Thought I Was Gonna Die

So--
About nine days after munching on the panela cheese we bought in El Tuito, the following happened--
May 11, Wednesday evening about 9:30pm, Bob was in the shower as I already had taken mine. Out of nowhere, one minute I'm fine-the next, I'm running down the stairs to the bathroom to vomit. (There's nothing groser than trying to take a leisurely shower and having puke smells wafting through. Believe me, I did Bob a big favor---). Well, I didn't stop with one session. This went on until the dry heaves hit at about 4:40am which absolutely froze my abdomen muscles to the point that I thought I was going to die. I couldn't get a breath in. I told God, please--help me. I'll be good, I'll stop all my heathen ways, I'll take care of myself and love myself---Well, I got a breath in-- and slept until 5:30pm the next afternoon. Then fell back asleep until noon the next day. By Saturday, I was still feeling shitty, and now Bob starts to get sick and does the Sleeping Beauty Thing as well. He illness manifests from the other end, and he's out of commission. Finally on Sunday morning, we can't take it. We drive to Farmacia Similar and get parasite pills, and this finally clears up three days later.

WARNING: Be careful with dairy products. And also--it's not a good idea to be "taco stand","cocina economica", and "torta ahogadas" whores like us. For some reason, it's our favorite kind of food. It's so deliciously mexican and full of flavor that I cannot replicate.
So after that mess, I stopped smoking until today--almost two weeks smoke free--I will write about my brief relapse--(only for today)--later.

Really, it feels good not smoking--and it does stink.