Ghana-rhea

Get your sick minds out of the gutter. I'm not talking about an STD. This is the title of a real journal entry from my personal journal. It depicts my disparity during a week long bout with gastritis between Ghana and South Africa. I fell deathly ill my last day in Ghana because my malaria pills were destroying my stomach. In a 5 day period I was only able to keep down a couple of crackers and a few small sips of water. I lost about 7 pounds before arriving in Cape Town. Don't be alarmed, I've gained those Lbs and then some back between Cape Town and India! Haha.  Well, anyway enjoy!

Tuesday September 20, 2011.

Gastritis blows!

Malarone + spicy Ghanaian food= death in my stomach!

I've never been so happy that the toilet and the sink in my bathroom are so close together. I've also never been more miserable in my life.

After 5 days of no food, the carb infested ship's dinning room has become my b.f.f.
Dr. Phil put me on the B.R.A.T.T. diet: Bread, Rice, Applesauce, Toast, Tea.

After an involuntary 5 day fast the chicken burger with cheese from the 7th deck grill  and french fries are the best food EVER.

We finally hit rough seas. 3304= the worst cabin ever. Being at the bow of the sip is rough. It sounds like we are being bombed. I caught some sweet air while I was sleeping last night. New cabin soon? UVA I'm looking at you!

Remember, Malarone= death....I'd rather have Malaria!!!!