Murphy's Law Part Two - Bed Hopping

Well, the bad luck didn't end with the robbery (although that was definitely the worst part).

After crashing in bed after midnight after the horrific day, we had to get up at 6 am in order to catch a ride to Lima.  Getting out of bed was painful (literally), walking was painful, and the thought of a ten hour ride on a packed Peruvian bus was more than a little daunting.  To make matters worse, I realized I was coming down with the flu.  Gully had been laid up in bed for a day with the flu two days earlier, and still hadn't fully recovered, and apparently now it was my turn.  The bus ride nearly killed me, with all the vomit-inducing stops and starts, the cramped quarters, and my cough and runny nose getting worse by the mile.  But we finally made it to the hostel in Lima (I was about 5 minutes from death at this point) and gratefully settled into our room. 

In the morning, I had the full blown flu, complete with terrible migraine.  It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say that it was one of the worst days of my life. (Poor me!!) And where was Gully during all my misery?  Running between the embassy (for his new passport), the internet cafe (to skype with various parties), the fifteen pharmacies in the area (for my dressings), and the bathroom.  The bathroom because he was suffering from major "stomach issues" (aka diarrhea).  Poor Gully!!  While I was laying in a virtual comatose state in bed, trying not to hear Gully's GI tract at work in the bathroom, I noticed that there was an 8 inch space between the top of the wall and the ceiling.  "Strange!" thought I.  "I wonder what is on the other side of the wall"?  I found out soon enough - it was another room - when a couple of people moved in.  We were basically sharing a room with them.  What the hell?  Why couldn't they have just built the wall all the way to the ceiling??? We'll never know.   I do know that they were noisy and kept us awake.  In retrospect, it was probably worse for them.  They had to listen to Gully's bathroom noises, and my cries and moaning into the pillow (not in a good way) when he changed my dressings (anyone who has had gauze stuck to a giant open wound knows what I am talking about).  They definitely thought we were weirdos.

This continues for a couple of days, then we decide we have to move, we can't take it anymore.  So, reliable Gully goes out again, while I continue to lie around in bed, to find an affordable hostel to move to.  He comes back with great news!!  He found a hostel that has a whole apartment - bathroom, kitchen, bed, and TV - for the same price!!  Life is great, we move into the hostel (which involves Gully carrying every single thing we own while I pathetically limp twenty meters behind).  We make dinner in our kitchen, watch Happy Feet (by the way, what is up with that movie? Penguins dancing for fish? I think I missed the point) on our TV while lounging in bed, life is GREAT.  Then.... we saw it.  A little bug scamper its way across the sheet.  "Hmmmm, what was that?" "Hey look, there's another one!" "And another one!"  AGHHHHHH.... BEDBUGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Our paradise came crashing down around us.  By this time, it was after midnight.  So, again, reliable Gully has to trek out in the middle of the night to find us yet another place to stay, while I try to limp around the apartment quarantining any clothes or other items that might have been infested.  We arrive at the new hostel, with several garbage bags with quarantined clothes in tow, which we promptly throw in the corner of the bathroom.

This hostel is, fortunately for us, the same one we are currently at.  But the moving pain didn't end there.  When we arrived after midnight, we were told the room was only available for one night, and in the morning we would have to move to a new room.  OK, fine, we can change rooms, no big deal.  We changed rooms in the morning, then were told that the room was only available for one night, we would have to change in the morning.  Fine.  Next night, same story!! We ended up in four different rooms before we finally got one that we were able to stay in. 

While all of this is going on, I am still hacking up a lung in a most disgusting way, and Gully is still frequently running for the bathroom.  He finally has to go to the clinic, where he has to poo in a cup again (he is getting pretty good at it, from what he tells me), and has to go on antibiotics to clear up the problem.

So, someone answer me this - what god did we piss off?  What did we do to deserve this week straight from hell?
-E

Even with all our troubles, we still stop to think of Canada´s war vets