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Mar. 18th, 2007 12:12 pmmy trip had been going so well, that is until Friday. Came into Miami to see a friend. Started to feel really sick and by Friday evening I had full blown food poisoning. I threw up and pooped like a flame thrower all night. Sweats and throbbing head to follow then repeat. Saturday was just as miserable made worst by my hosts. I couldnt have picked a worse time to visit Patrica. She was just moving into her new place but didn't have anything moved in yet. So we were staying at her friends Enrica. Hes a nice guy, but between him and Patricia they have enough bedside manners to drive Mother Teresa to drink.
Enrica is a gay guy from Cuba and Patricia is Colombian. It seems latins have no volume control. Their conversations went on all day at full blast, and at the speed of the stuff coming out of my butt. I'm too tired to explain it all now but Saturday afternoon I had to move to a hotel which was probably the best thing to happen. Enrica partner of 10 years died last week and his cremation is today and the family is coming in from Venezuela and so my room was needed.
Can you imagine being that sick and then having to pack up and drag yourself down the road. The bike is safe in a secured parking deck at Enricas and Patricia ran me over to the hotel. I was so pleased to get in the room and be alone and celebrated by throwing up one more time.
This morning I seem to be holding liquids down and am feeling somewhat better. I think if I can get some food in me I'll be in good shape. Patricia had to go up to her sisters as she got kicked out of Enricas too. her sister is an hour north so its really left me alone to deal with this for today.
Id hoped id be well enough to travel a little today but Im done for. which sucks since this place is costing $200 a night. But cheaper than a hospital which is really were I thought I was going to end up a few times.
Enrica is a gay guy from Cuba and Patricia is Colombian. It seems latins have no volume control. Their conversations went on all day at full blast, and at the speed of the stuff coming out of my butt. I'm too tired to explain it all now but Saturday afternoon I had to move to a hotel which was probably the best thing to happen. Enrica partner of 10 years died last week and his cremation is today and the family is coming in from Venezuela and so my room was needed.
Can you imagine being that sick and then having to pack up and drag yourself down the road. The bike is safe in a secured parking deck at Enricas and Patricia ran me over to the hotel. I was so pleased to get in the room and be alone and celebrated by throwing up one more time.
This morning I seem to be holding liquids down and am feeling somewhat better. I think if I can get some food in me I'll be in good shape. Patricia had to go up to her sisters as she got kicked out of Enricas too. her sister is an hour north so its really left me alone to deal with this for today.
Id hoped id be well enough to travel a little today but Im done for. which sucks since this place is costing $200 a night. But cheaper than a hospital which is really were I thought I was going to end up a few times.
