"Flatulence is the expulsion through the rectum of a mixture of gases that are byproducts of the digestion process of mammals and other animals." [1]

Three days ago I entered my first battle with Peruvian bacteria. It was a well planned surprise attack, and I didn't expect it.

You never expect the surprise attack.

The first day I got here I started drinking the water because I decided if I was going to be in Peru for five months, I should just get my body used to the bacteria in the water. I was pretty happy when I didn't get sick at all and this somehow led me to believe I have the best immune system ever. Over a month in, and suddenly BOOM! It's like I'm in an Olympic boxing match with a tiny microorganism, and for a day or so, I was getting slaughtered every round.

I think the most valuable part of this experience has been the fact that I never realized how much I overvalue my independence. The family I live with cares a lot that I haven't been feeling well, but for some reason I don't want their help. I feel like I don't need anyone. I think to myself, "I'm an adult, I can do this on my own." It's taken me three days to come to the correct conclusion. Whether I think their advise on what will make me feel better is right or wrong, the point is that they care about me. It's building unneeded tension in relationships that matter and I just need to man up, give in, and do things that seem to have no point for the sake of the people I care about.

Anyways, I think what I'm really trying to say is this:

Sorry that I'm being an idiot.


Works Cited
[1] Wikipedia, duh