Tummy Wummy Achey

I've been awoken from my slumber with what appears to be a fire-breathing dragon in my stomach.. To figure out the cause, and because I can't sleep, I made a chart:

Well, now that that's settled, I think I'll go back to bed. Good night.

A Trip to the Vet.

Today, we went to the veterinarian to ask him if he knows anyone who can take care of Essa while we travel for two weeks. We took a moto-taxi there.

Cast of Characters:

-Moto Driver
-Woman riding in the moto with us
-Nigel [white guy who we met at the supermarket last week]
-Veterinarian [old man with a lisp]
-Andrew
-Me

Scene 1: The One In Which Nigel Nearly Crashes Into The Moto
[Moto drives into the veterinarian "parking lot". Giant white van starts backing up, about to crash into the moto. Moto driver honks repeatedly. Giant white van stops. Giant white van starts to back up again, still about to run into the moto. Moto honks repeatedly.]

Nigel: "What are you doing, you asshole?"
Woman riding in the moto with us [chuckling]: "What did he just say?"
Me [smiling]: "Bad words."
Moto driver: "It's his fault."

[Andrew and I exit the moto.]

Nigel [He recognizes Andrew from the supermarket]: "HEY!"
[Nigel talks to Andrew about how you can't get cement anywhere in Honduras. Apparently he's doing a construction project. He also invites Andrew to come over to his house. I go inside to talk to the vet.]


Scene 2: The One In Which The Veterinarian Isn't Offended

[After talking to the vet about our dog-sitting needs, he starts talking about Nigel.]

Veterinarian: "He came in here looking for some cement. Apparently he can't find any."
Me: "Oh, really? He seemed angry."
Veterinarian: "He was rude. He said that Hondurans aren't civilized, and that's why he can't find any cement."
[Pause]
Veterinarian: "But I'm not offended, because I'm Peruvian, not Honduran."