DISCLAIMER: This post might not come across totally normal as I am literally recovering from a concussion. But I am entering those moments of “I still can’t do anything but starting to get bored.” Thought it would be fun to see what scrambled brains could create for a post!
I suppose starting a post with a disclaimer like that means I can only lead with one story. First up….” The Fall!” A few days ago Abby and I had some leftovers for lunch and immediately I felt very sick. I went right to bed and didn’t get back up all day as a fever had set in! It wasn’t till the middle of the night that I discovered I had either the stomach flu or food poisoning. Also realized there is nothing comfy to lean on as you discard unwanted substance. Not the best bathroom set up! Anyways, one of my trips to the throne was more scary because after I washed my hands I started to get really light headed. I even have a face print on my mirror to prove it! My only thought at that point was “this can’t be good!” Suddenly Abby was yelling my name and tapping my face. I figured I was in bed, but I was on my bedroom floor. Apparently I must have gotten outside my bathroom one step before I fainted. The cuts and bruises show that I hit my head on the corner of the wall which caused a large cut. My back has a huge scrape and my elbow is bruised. I think I bruised my tailbone which is very painful if you were wondering, next to the throbbing headache. So there you have it. I have reason to be a bit out of touch. I feel really bad for Abby who had to wake up in the night to find an unconscious sister on the floor, and then to have to take care of her. Abby is the best!! She even stood outside the bathroom to make sure I was ok the next day. Poor her, remember I still had the stomach flu on top of my concussion and I know it smelt like outhouse! Haha Well it is almost 2 days past now and I am able to keep my head up longer then two minutes which means… I WILL SURVIVE! Ok enough serious junk.
This next story happened last week and I can say has left probably the same lasting impression as my concussion. So Abby, one of our good friends and myself were out and about last week. We were just getting ready to fire up both motos and drive away when a beggar approached Abby. Suddenly I hear her sternly say ” DON’T!” Which I thought was odd at first, and a bit rude quite frankly, but later found out he was pushing her arm. Then he walked towards me and I planned on ignoring him. He asked for money and I turned the other direction. Suddenly he had my undivided attention as he grabbed my butt!! And I can assure you it was no accidental butt grace! Abby yelling out “Don’t!” seems so wimpy compared to what I did! At the top of my lungs I yelled ” No!” Well if it was in English it would mean no. Apparently my gut reaction was to yell in khmer! Phonetically I yelled “OT TDAY POO!!” Which means no, man……Very politely! In that moment my pronunciation wasn’t very good either. I yelled out “poo”! Man in khmer is more of a “boo!” Oh but that’s not all folks, I then used all my might to hit him as hard as I could. My hand was throbbing I had hit him so hard! The poor idiot continued on as though nothing had happened. I think he was drunk. So there you have it, khmer must have reached my heart because apparently when the panic button is pushed… Or grabbed, I kick into mispronounced Khmer.
Well I hope everyone is doing well. I finally attached pictures of our apartment! Hope you like it 🙂 Sorry no drawings and fancy stuff…..I deserve a little sympathy. Haha