I have lived in Costa Rica off and on for the last fifteen months. Leaving for ten days here and there. I take a sojourn to the USA  and get sick. I mean, Linda Blair from the Excorcist sick . I made love to the porcelain God,two days in a roll. Not able to hold any foods down.  I suppose I was stupid in my choices of food to eat. Rich chocolate, prime rib steak and hot Mexican foods. Foods I have not eaten in fifteen months and enjoyed when I lived in the USA.

I was so wiped out that I did not have the strength to write my blog. I woke at three A.M. and could not get back to sleep. I layed in bed with my stomach cramping and growling like a lioness worried about her cubs. I crawled out of bed and gargled with listerine, hoping to get the awful taste out of my mouth. Brushing with Crest did not seem to help but make my stomach growl: Give me some Flan,some chocolate, some yummy rich prime rib, or how about a half pound hamburger with jalepinos, tomatos and onions? That will fix you up. OMG! Are you crazy?

The body is a wonderful mechanism. It lets you know what it does not prefer. Maybe I caught a virus and because my body was tired from too much extended driving( twenty -four hours  in two days), I was susceptible to illness. Maybe because of my age I should be careful of sudden appetite changes. In Costa Rica I eat very little red meat, no potatoes, mostly fish and chicken. A lot of rice and beans and scrambled eggs,  one main meal and a healthy shake ,side of raisin toast for breakfast. I come to the USA and begin to eat three meals a day because I was STUPID!

To say I learned a valuable lesson is too soon late, too soon smart. I suffered a humiliating experience of praying  to the Porcelain God to ease my pain. I hope you never need to experience such a catastrophe. Be smart with your travel plans and do not go overboard with consuming of rich foods when your body is not used to it. Enjoy in moderation, your friends will enjoy your visit more.


Common sense

An Uneasy Quiet

It is hard to put into words
The uneasiness calm sometime stirs.
A good night sleep, fully restored,
Why do I have feelings I deplore?

An uneasy quiet, a sense of doom
No dogs barking, birds singing, or chimes in the room;
No breeze to rustle the leaves in the trees;
No cars or trucks to be scene.

An uneasy quiet that puts the senses on alert,
My mind, my ears ring my concerns,
Alone with my imaginations, My consternations.
Is it the quiet before an earthquake?
Or am I in a dream, not awake?

I look out the window, and the limbs begin to sway.
The leaves rustle, fall their way.
My dogs are yapping.
The bird songs are back.

The eerie feelings are gone.
Nothing appears to be wrong.
It is hard to put into words
The uneasiness calm sometimes stir.

Author: tmnugent

Poet Author. Living in Costa rica Pura Vida. Love to travel, play with my dogs and write poetry. My girlfriend and I enjoy life and could't be happier living here

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