Okay, so it's day 3 - at least I think it is, What day is it? Anyway, all I know is that I never EVER want to go through that again. EVER. I am still not really on solid foods. Hell, I'm barely on apple juice at this point. Frankly, I may never eat solid foods again.
I'm just that scared.
I would, however, like to bitch out GSO once again -- publically, because I can't say it directly to their face because they'll never fix my shit if they ever found out about this blog. I mean, what are the chances that they are going to find this?!? I mean...so a few Embassy people read it, and kinda email it around, nobody really knows GSO's name per se. I pretty sure everyone else also calls them GSO guy and GSO guy's friends.
Anyway, back to my bitch! So I'm curled up in the fetal position on the bathroom floor of my house and Anna comes over to remind me that GSO has decided to remove the $*)@(%&% Asbestos from my house....That day!......the day I am sick.....DYING.....at home on the bathroom floor, chilling with my best friends Toilet Brush and Rug (they totally hate GSO too, they told me.)
So rather than them coming at any point during the month I was gone in the States or when I was able to walk upright without assistance around Khartoum, they decide to fix my asbestos yesterday. So I "pack" myself an overnight bag - apparently, as I found out this morning, I was only able to reach the lower dresser drawers of my stuff. Ergo I had summer cargo pants , a tank top that I pretty much use exclusively as a nightgown, and some pumps. No makeup, no comb, no toothbrush (I know, *barf*) oh yes, and my laptop and all its accessories (don't ask. I'm crazy).
I'm not sure how I made it, but I drove myself to the hotel, managed to check in (although I think the Sudanese government may arrest me for suspicion of having swine flu because I did not handle standing at the counter well!) Plus, in hindsight, I now see that the desk clerk's copious questions were probably because I looked like a homeless person trying to check in under the US Embassy account. As a rule of thumb, most embassy employees will comb their hair and stand up straight when checking into a hotel.
SO anyway, today I woke up, I was not actively dying and managed to take a few drinks of apple juice. I know you're all going to tell me to drink more water, but water and nausea have never been a good mix for me. I barely like water when normal. There is no way in hell I am going to try to play Russian Roulette with bottled Nile water.
Bottom line is that I have now realized an important fact about living in Sudan. The USG does not give us danger pay because of the terrorist threat here; we get it because of the seafood threat.
It's real, and it's at Code RED!
Sometimes? I'm Judgmental. Also, Seattle!
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