Gastroinestinal Fun!!!!!!!!

Warning: This first part is not meant fot the faint of heart, I suggest if you´re sensitive, skip ahead to the designated area.
So......
If you´re wondering why I haven´t written in a while, it´s because for the past week I´ve been suffering my first gastrointestinal bacterial infection! Yay!
I pretty much knew it was going to happen at some point, granted I thought later rather than sooner, but I guess it´s taught me to be much more wary with my food.
I´m pretty sure it was an egg that wasn´t cooked fully, my Señora frequently fries the eggs like crazy on one side, but never flips them.
It began last Wednesday night, I´ll spare you the details, but that night on into Thursday let´s just say I was a leaky faucet at both ends.
Fortunately, the medical staff here is excellent and very responsive, and they immediately gave me meds. By Saturday I was feeling better, and I thought I was well enough to make the trip to San Salvador for a visit with my group. I was fine for most of the day, but the bus ride back was less than pleasant. I was able to make it to the front of the bus where the driver has a separate room with a bag, but still, I was mortified to be throwing up on public transport.
What was actually nice about this incident was how everyone reacted, all of the other PCV´s were totally supportive, saying ¨Don´t worry about it, it happens all the time.¨ We started laughing about it immediately, and all my embarrassment disappeared. I think this is a great example of how great all the other volunteers are; everyone´s completely open-minded and empathetic, it´s really easy to be yourself with them.
So Saturday I discovered that the meds they had given me weren´t strong enough, and by Sunday I was still throwing up. At this point they sent me to a doctor; I was totally dehydrated and needed an IV. Yikes. When I stepped on the scale, I found that I had lost 11 pounds in 6 days (although I think I´ve gained some back thank god).
They gave me stronger antibiotics, and pills to prevent throwing up. And now... now I feel much better.
It really is amazing to see just how much energy you lose when you have nothing in your system... food is wonderful.... when it´s cooked right.
My Señora was pretty cute, she felt terrible for making me ill. And while I appreciated the sentiment, I´d be lying if I said I wasn´t the least bit frustrated. I have since had a talk with her about food prep and I think I´ll be okay for here on in.

Okay, much less gross from here on in.
I´m getting excited about my Spanish. It´s getting better and better everyday. I had my first dream in Spanish the other day, and I caught myself thinking in Spanish too. It´s a slow process, but little by little I´m coming along.

This weekend we have immersion days, in which I and another PCV will visit a current volunteer at his site and stay there for two days. It should prove interesting, and I´m sure I´ll learn a lot. I be able to see first hand how life goes for a volunteer when they´re on their own. And where I´m going is a very mountainy region, closer to Honduras. Apparently it´s gorgeous, and we´ll have a lot of hiking (rock on). I´ll take pictures if I can.

So... aside from the misery of my illness, La Vida es Buena!