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I have now found something more hideous and uncomfortable than having typhoid/dystentery/gastroenteritis/whatever in the land of squat-on-a-hole toilets: Having typhoid/dystentery/gastroenteritis/whatever *plus* menstrual cramps while trying to edit and complete a fellowship application.

grrrrrrr. argh.


(At least I have the best husband/editor/hot water bottle maker/soup chef/chocolate lackey ever)