Calling all of the Religious Babies

As my family is very aware ( and my brother LOVES to remind me), when I was a kid and really sick I would call out for our Lord.  As an adult, not so much - BUT, as a very sick person, in a plywood hut in Afghanistan - I am calling for everything I can get - the babies Jesus, Mohamed, Yahweh ... Mother Earth... I cannot get up and had to call into work sick which I absolutely hate doing.  However, there apparently is a name for this - the Afghan Crud - so they were expecting it.  I guess most people get horribly sick the first week or so here.  One of my super kind co-workers is driving me out some juice and snacks grabbed from the mess hall and one of my roommates just gave me a Musinex with specific directions as to how to get over this - since everyone gets is coming here.  I hope it helps.

I don't think I mentioned that the B-huts have no windows, so other than your clip on lights, it's pitch black.  You have no concept of time at all - this has been totally disorienting the last day or so - when you do walk outside it's always a surprise.  I can hear jets taking off and people navigating the mud all around but that goes on here 24/7 - no rush hour or anything else to mark what time it might be - no TV so no news channels or regular shows - no drunk bums calling each other out in the street (ahhh, home...) If you do see TV here it's the special armed forces channel so it's movies, sitcoms, etc.  My computer and some borrowed DVDs are getting my through this and I've seen quite a few good movies. I am also noticing that I am having extremely weird dreams - extremely - not sure what is going on there as I still have not begun the Malaria meds that supposedly can cause that to happen.  I guess it's just all my body and mind adjusting.

Here's to hoping my next posting will be more interesting because that means I will feel better and actually be out in the middle of it again!

Drink of the day - orange juice and water and everything running down the back of my throat.