De-worming

My six month anniversary passed a couple of weeks ago. A full six months of eating suya, meat-pies, meat stews and other delights from various chop-houses and street stalls. I’ve lost a little weight recently, and been having mild tummy-aches. So I decided to de-worm.

I had visions of teams of spaghetti-like snakes writhing around my intestines, wriggling about Medusa-stylee, thrashing wildly as de-worming chemicals take effect before passing out in their millions to be flushed away.

I took the pill yesterday.

There is nothing to report.

Most unexciting.