You know how in Canada we use the generic term “drugs” to refer to prescription drugs as well as the non-legal variety? It turns out that’s not the case here in Bolivia. Which is why the guys were so entertained the other day, when I made the comment that I really liked my drugs. To be clear, I was referring to the doctor proscribed, buy-them-at-the-pharmacy versions. But to a bunch of ex-street kids who are familiar with more varieties of the not-so-legal kind, than I even knew existed, the idea of their leader/director/father figure stating that he likes his “drugs” was pretty entertaining. It got a good laugh. They quickly corrected me, that I, in fact, liked my “medicine”.

Anyhow, the doctor gave me this liquid stuff in a little bottle (since I don’t really know what it is, I like to think of it as my “magic liquid”), to help me sleep. Between the back problems and the ridiculous neck brace I’m supposed to sleep with…I needed a little help. And help I got…it’s good stuff.

The reason I’m sharing this little personal tidbit of information that would probably be better left unwritten about, is that I had a funny experience last night. At least funny to me. I think I may have overdosed a bit. I forgot to take anything Thursday night, and had a brutal sleep. So last night when I was finally heading off to bed, at the last moment I remembered to make sure I took my recommended dosage of my “medicine”.

But see…that’s where I messed up I think. I’m supposed to put five or so drops of the liquid into a glass of water and drink it. But it was late and I was tired and I didn’t have my contacts in. It’s hard to see little drops at the best of times. Suffice to say that I may have put more than five or so drops into my water. I remember thinking for a moment (before I dropped into unconsciousness) that the liquid tasted a little more strongly than normal.

I remember one of the guys who wants to live with us, coming into my room at around 10 AM to talk to me. I kind of remember the conversation (sadly it was supposed to be an important one) and the fact that I couldn’t seem to form my words very clearly. My tongue kept getting in the way and my lips seemed really big. Then Franz came into my room with my lunch and I couldn’t believe I’d slept until noon. Then I looked at the clock and realized I hadn’t actually slept until noon. It was, in fact, two in the afternoon.

So again, just to be clear…I really do like my drugs.