Ricardo, Korey, Stu, and Ciprobac vs. The Spirit of Montezuma

For the past 48 hours, Richard, Korey, and I have been tormented by intense diarrhea and occasional vomiting. Collectively, we have missed 30 hours of class, and one hour of dance class due to this illness. We never drank the unfiltered water of Mexico, nor have we eaten food off the street. What agent introduced the illness is yet and will forever be unknown. Thursday morning was when I started experiencing symptoms, and I attributed my suffering to the activities of the previous night (the Cafe Tocuva concert, blog coming soon). However, when the pain and various discharge only increased with time, I was convinced that there was a separate power at play. Richard had been a little sick the day before, and then Korey fell ill on Friday. After spending all of Thursday night on the John, and throwing a substance with the color and consistency of green jello that has been pushed through one's front teeth, I began to fear for my well-being. Rosi and Paco sent us to the doctor at the UAG, free for students. We got up Friday morning and waddled to the bus stop trying not to crap ourselves, and took the bus to the UAG. There, were were diagnosed with intestinal infections. (some of the tests involved pressing on various points on our abdomen, which nearly caused us to soil his medical bench.) This is a common affliction among foreigners in Mexico, referred to as Montezuma's Revenge. Faced with the 400-year-old spirit of an Aztec Emperor, we decided we needed help, and teamed up with the antibiotic Cibrobac. They gave us most of the drugs for free, but we had to get some painkillers from the pharmacy, so we walked back. This was more or less a trail-of-tears sort of experience. We were all dehydtrated, filled with bacteria and the gas that comes with it, about to soil ourselves, and fatigued from lack of sleep. During the two mile hike back, I tried to use the bathroom at the pharmacy, but thankfully noticed there was no toilet paper before I went. Holding it thus, I powerwalked back to the house, once stubbing my toe on an un-level piece of sidewalkn, nearly causing a disaster.

After 24 horus of medication and rest, the 3 of us are recovering rapidly. The lesson here, it's nearly impossible to aviod the spirit of Montezuma, but he is no match for modern medicine.