Thus far my preparations for the trip - vaccines and malaria prevention- have been about as fun as getting teeth pulled, going to the gynecologist and having poison ivy all at once...Basically, it's been miserable.
If the warning label says "might cause mild stomach upset", then you can bet this chick's digestive system is going to be more than mildly upset. I guess it's all in preparation for the possibility of Montezuma's Revenge. (I'm charming, I know). Since we're on the subject of toilet talk, I learned an interesting fact while talking with my mother yesterday. The septic systems in Honduras are not equipped to handle toilet paper. So yes, it means all used toilet paper must go in a trash can. I'm sorry (to my mother and any person this disgusts) but diarrhea and trashcans of used toilet paper just do not go well together.
Do I sound like a prima donna? If so, I'm sorry.
Amidst all my stressing, I keep coming back to one central point. No matter what my digestive system goes through over the next few weeks, at some point whether it be through high levels of steroids, antibiotics and/or other drugs, I will return to normal physically. (gosh, I hope this is true) In an emotional and spiritual sense, I hope to never be the same. As I sit here in my well-lit and air-conditioned office, I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to live like the people we're going there to serve.
So I guess there's no better time than now to ask this...If you're into praying (or even if you're not), I ask that you begin praying for the St. Matthew's Mission Team as we travel to/from Honduras and as we work to bring a better life to the families there.
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| A house in one of the villages |
Until next time.
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