Nth Day
It’s
the nth day since I took the first medicine which consists of a capsule and a
tablet. The former, which I did some brief introduction before, has transformed
its smell from that of a rusting metal to a rancid meat’s. I have to start
breathing without smelling, achieved by delegating respiration from the
nostrils to the mouth, each time I free one from the
blister pack. And I close my nose, my thumb and index finger compose into a
pair of pincers, when I wash it down with water.
Up
to now, I cannot pinpoint any pronounced beneficial effects of the medicine. There
are some days I would want to play truant against myself and plan to postpone
the intake for several days. Before you jump in and claw out my eyeballs for
flagrant disregard of health, I have stopped myself from undertaking this
experiment before it would stop me.
Some
people don’t believe that we get our water supply from a pump right beside a
pigsty. It turns out I was right and wrong. Right because it’s true; basically,
I fetched the water myself and witnessed how one large swine was scratching her behind on the wall by sliding it up and down, up and down. It was wailing while
continuously exhibiting general motor activity. The toothless washerwoman said
it was in the helpless state of ‘overflowing’ libido, which in Cebuano would have
sounded more graphical. Wrong because it was not the only
source we get our water from and there, there are no pigs in the throes of lust.
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