Now that I'm back on solid food, I'd like to thank Brad from Adultpaymaster for watching my back (haha).
The last night in Cancun, I got ahold of some bad lettuce at dinner (yes Greg I know you told me so). I was in the lobby waiting to go out with a bunch of folks and suddenly out of nowhere wasn't feeling quite right. I ran to my room and turned into the exorcist.
I've heard stories of "the water" and such but had no real idea of how HORRIBLE it could be. It sucks cuz I was soooooo good the whole trip, leaving whatever party by 2 every night, drinking lots of bottled water all day, sleeping alot, doing alot of productive business.
Then WHAMMO!! God that was the worst ever. If it hadn't been for Brad, the only one who even knew what was happening cuz I had left him a pleading message for help, I would not have made it on the plane back. He went out and picked up a bunch of water, juice, and medicine. Way beyond the call of duty and I am forever greatful.
It's times like this that ya realize how cool our fellow pornographers can be. There's nothing like projectile vomiting to bring a friendship closer together. LOL
I had to go to the doc first thing and got my fluids replenished and some good antibiotics. I'm JUST getting strong enough to function.
Thank you Brad!!
Fuck you Cancun!
