a day in the life.

Don’t be alarmed…but I got hit by a motorcycle yesterday.

Got me right in the back and sadly I didn’t escape without casualties.

She was a good little umbrella, i'll miss her dearly but better her arm than mine i guess...

The men on the bike made a clean get-a-away, I didn’t even have the chance to shake a fist at them let alone chase after them and i was kind of in shock so that slowed me down too.
I’m pretty stiff this morning, trying to work out the aches in my neck and legs and back. But I think with the help of powerful painkillers a makeshift icepack and some good old fashioned yoga stretching I’ll recover ok. Although you might see me carrying around a rear view mirror from now on to make sure no motorcycles backend me on my walks home…
And if that wasn’t enough, I think I have Guardia, thus the nausea at every and any smell or thought of food. The other side effects I’ll simply keep to myself for now. Although Calvin or Liz or Servant Team America or really anyone whose been to Asia, if you read this I’m sure you can relate and fill in the blanks from your own bacterial infections…
And if that wasn’t enough I find that my newly arrived team (who is amazing) happened across my most sacred treasure…and I’m not lying it is sacred (only second to my boxed series of the Office possibly) and ate half the contents of its golden peanutty goodness. Yes, my American peanut butter diminished painfully quickly yesterday, and i 'm still mourning its loss.

I guess I’m getting used to Kolkata’s shocks to the system but three in one day did me in yesterday. I wanted to throw the preverbal towel in and call it a day.
So there’s my honest account of a day in the life. Sorry to sound whiny and unprofound. I’ll be back in the swing of things soon I’m sure.
Peace.