No Man Is A Slice
During my three day food-poisoning ordeal in Manila--well, it seems to have been food-poisoning, l am not certain as I am still not feeling 100% (I am becoming a hypochondriac I fear)--one thing loomed on my mind as I was fighting through it. I thought to myself, "You know, I am alone here, sick as a dog. A stray, in a strange country." It is difficult to be both sick and the agent acting on behalf of the sick at the same time. Those two roles, opposite as they were, were mine. I did have back and forth communication with my high school's school nurse on Facebook Messenger (thanks Nurse Glock), a phone conversation with an emergency nurse in Nashville, TN, working on of my doctor's behalf at 2:00 AM EST, a couple of friends who are seasoned travelers giving me advice and online companionship, and my Dad. All through the internet and international communication networks. My best friend's brothers were also in town with their families, plus the American Embas