Those whom the gods would destroy…
July 17, 2009
…they first make Sam Acheson.
Okay, Ecuador. Jesus, LAY OFF. I got a throat infection. My innards are in constant turmoil. But my last two trips to the clinic make FOUR. FOUR, IN LESS THAN A MONTH.
ARGH.
So, trip three? Because of the antibiotics, I was dizzy, so I fell out of a truck. It wasn´t moving all that fast, thankfully. But I landed square on my torso, which now resembles a tye dye shirt made of agony. Clinic trip? To check for broken ribs. Prognosis: negative! Go me!
Trip four was yesterday, because I fell headfirst into a four-meter-deep unit, landed on my elbow, and smashed my head into a cangahua wall. I spent the rest of the day in a lovely floaty world accessible only to the semi-concussed. It was nice! Fortunately, my elbow was merely sprained and I didn´t die of a cerebrovascular hemmorhage, so I am definately ahead. Go me!
Trip five will probably involve hyenas.
Jesus Sam…don’t kill yourself. You’re the only one clever enough to write a eulogy befitting the occasion.