Day 282 of San Diego

Second day of school. Wasn't bad. Again, my intestines were polite. However, I almost had to rush out of ENGL to use the bathroom because I couldn't tell whether or not my bowels really needed to release or it was only giving me a warning. Thankfully, it was only giving me a warning - a gentle one that didn't involve streaking in my underwear.

Math was fair. The teacher went over our homework with the class before handing out the next set of questions. Instead of trying to complete 75 questions, I only had to complete 54.

ENGL was cool. The class played an ice-breaker game. We counted off numbers until grouping with the people who had the same number. I was in a group with all men. Yet they were nice. And very intelligent. I was expecting them to act immature and obnoxious. I'm glad I was proven wrong.

When I arrived home, I finished homework before picking up my prescription at Safeway. The pharmacist claimed the medication was strong. The side effects could be nausea, diarrhea, or fatigue. I'm hoping I can operate a vehicle while taking the pills...

I'll continue to double up on my probiotic as I consume the new antibiotic. I don't want another episode of thinking I'm healthy again when suddenly the infection decides to come back.

I don't know if I mentioned in my last post, but I informed my professors that I'm struggling with an intestinal infection and will soon be taking prescription pills. They understood. They don't mind if I take a pill during class. They shared their empathy for me, too.

I'm a little eager for tomorrow. I want to see how my new antibiotics effect me. If I feel sleepy behind the wheel, I'll surely pull over and call my mom.

Hey! On a side note, remember the truck that was stuck in our ditch? Well, it was finally moved. My mom couldn't stand seeing the truck trapped on the side of our road. Yet around noon, a toe truck saved the day and released the truck from the ditch's clutches.

I am seriously curious of what happened. Tempted to ask. Would that be rude?

Blessed Beast

Traditions endure in the Svaneti region, high in Georgia’s Caucasus Mountains. Here, a bull with candles on its horns is blessed at a tenth-century church near the town of Mestia before being sacrificed for a February feast dating from pre-Christian times. (By: Aaron Huey)