Is this 32?

I woke up at 3 am with what felt and sounded like a tractor engine firing up in my stomach. I run to the bathroom and the nausea hit like a wall. 'Not this again', I thought. Three nights ago, I woke up with the same feeling in my stomach, which eventually turned into a complete body flush (with many other flushes) out both ends. Twenty hours later, Colin got hit with the same type bug. After three days, we started feeling better and ate a meal.

I guess my body wasn't ready for food just yet. While I was up at 3 am last night feeling terrible again, Colin went down the 3 flights of stairs to make me a ginger tea to settle my stomach. While he was downstairs, I heard one of the cats come in the room. Annoyed at her meow-ing and wanting her to leave me alone, I turned on the bedside light and saw that she had a rat in her mouth. Ugh. Not this again. I had no energy to chase her out so I just had to lay there listening to the chomping and crunching as she ate it next to the bed. Colin came back with the ginger tea, locked the cat in another room, and thankfully my stomach settled enough to sleep another couple of hours.

I woke up to sunlight streaming in, a nice breeze, a faint smell of dead rat, and then I see ants in the bed. INSIDE the bed! Seriously? But why?

Even though I feel awful, I can't help but think this whole episode was a bit comedic. I'll never know why and I won't bother trying to figure out why I woke up to my 32nd birthday with a series of unfortunate events.

In Cambodia, it's common to see ladies of all ages wearing pyjama outfits while out running errands.
So here I am in my birthday pyjamas!