The dingy squat toilets at the University--fortunately I didn't have to hover over these when my body was taken over by demons.
Well the devil arrived the other morning. I woke up with a bit of gurgling in my stomach. I thought it just might be a little indigestion so I continued with my morning and went to class. As I made my way to school (which takes about 1/2 hour via foot/tram) I began to feel progressively worse. I thought of turning back but I didn't want to just leave Natasha (my new teacher this week) waiting for me. So I briefly met with her and the nausea and uncomfortable feeling of a diarrhoea explosion began to overtake my body. I immediately left school and hoped to make it home before my body began to release fluids. I really didn't want to lean over and stare down into the fowl smelling squat toilets at the university.
I barely made it out of the school before I started to vomit along the street. Totally embarrassing but i didn't care as i puked into the ivy lining the sidewalk as beautiful Ukrainian woman dressed in their miniskirts and high heels strolled by. Fortunately I caught a tram (which is hot and annoyingly crowded even when i feel good) back towards home during the brief feeling of euphoria (if you can call it that) after vomiting. I barely made it off of the tram before I heaved again--this time on the flowers in front of the my house.
Anyway--36 hours later the diarrhoea and vomiting ceased and i was able to eat/drink again. I am still recovering though...