Stomach Problems...again

"We need to put you on a boat, right now!"--villager
"It's like 8 pm."--me
"But we need to take you to the doctor."--villager

Yep, stomach issues, again. I managed to go twenty days in the interior with no problems, then decide to stay one extra day out at site before coming into the city and...WHAM! Some of the worst stomach problems I've had since being in Suriname. The problems also caused a huge panic wave in the village, as evident by my opening quote.

I had already vomitted twice. On my way to buy two pieces of bread, I was three-quarters of the way across the village--about 150 meters, my village is small. I finally found a kid to run the rest of the way to the bread lady's house and fetch me some bread. Remembering it now, it took him quite a whiles to bring the bread back, I kind of wonder if he got lost in that lost 50 meters. Either way, once I finally got the bread I was walking back to my house. I had almost made it to my house. Unfortunately, I did not. I had to stop and bent over at a tree to puke the last of my guts out. Also unfortunately, the captain of the village witnessed this. He immediately panicked and went around trying to find someone who owned a boat so they'd take me to the nearest doctor. This resulted in a boatman showing up at my house around 8 pm. He thought I needed to go to the doctor, I told him I did not. I finally had convinced him I was better by showing him I had been able to wolf down half a piece of bread. In the end, I was just really touched by how much the village cared about my well-being. It was reassuring.

Tonight, Wednesday, May 5, we will get to meet the new Peace Corps group coming into the country. I am really excited. That also means I am at about the half way point in my service.