While in Pursat, my nausea still continues. I feel like shit, and consistently feel like I am going to puke, and I am having a hard time swallowing. However, the good news I realized why I feel like this.
My doctor back home gave me pills for control my IBS. I only started taking them a 1 month ago, even though I got them 5 months ago. Yea, yeah, that’s how I am! But for the first time ever, I didn’t even read the label, I just took them twice a day, when it said once a day. Normally I would read the label, and research the hell out of them.
Well, I should have!
I am actually taking Codeine at a large does and this is causing me to get nausea, with problems swallowing. A common side-effect.
So I stopped taking the pills, and I am feeling better, but now I am having withdraws. I read it should only last a few days. Oh well, not something that will ever stop me from doing what I want.
So, I catch the 10 am bus to Battambang and I feel good enough. All I am concerned about is not shitting my pants.
What type of bus is this though. They are playing karaoke, and a few people are singing to it. Please save me!
OK, it is not that bad, actually really funny, until they play “Achy Breaky heart”. This is where I draw the line. hahaha.
About 1 hour into the bus ride, I feel a very familiar pain. I am cramping! Oh, please no! I am not going to shit my pants again! I am determined to hold it.
20 minutes goes by, and the cramps are crazy. I look at my GPS and see we are close, another 5 or 10 minutes.
At this point I am running all scenarios through my head. “What are the chances there will be a toilet at the bus stop?”, “Can I ask the driver to stop and I will go behind the bus?”, “How far can I duck walk before it comes out?”, “If I shit myself, how obvious will it be?”
Well, I make it to the bus stop, and the turtle head is still in his shell! I grab my backpack and see there is a toilet 40 steps away. I feel confident I will make it. I start with a slow walk, which quickly turns into my famous duck walk. Each step I am praying to my poop gods, to allow me, just this one more time to make it.
5 steps to go, I am going to make it.
Somehow, I don’t know how, but I make it. The only fun is it is squat toilet, no paper, and only a bucket with a cup to dump water on your hand and clean yourself. Whatever, I don’t care anymore. I made it!
Just another amazing adventure and I am so thankful I am only going to Battambang and not the 5 hours to Siam Reap.
I am here Battambang, and I am going to leave my mark in every toilet!