Ride 'Em Cowboy

So it's goodnight from me and it's goodnight from Apollo too.

He  was absolutely shattered from a hectic day of playing with his sis and mom all day. Which also explains his ambivalence to one his most tormented and ripped-apart-at-the-seams, chewy toys hitching a ride on his head. Normally, the mere sight or smell of it is enough to send him to a frenzy of playful, drooling madness.

We'll not see him for a few days as Sandra and I are off to Puerto Vallarta for a few days. Sandra is giving a presentation at a health food conference in English to lots of gringos coming down to see about opportunities for importing into México. I'll be there as her assistant, taking photos, translating and just helping out where I can.

Puerto Vallarta is a beautiful, coastal resort that I haven't yet seen, so looking forward to some sun, sea and relaxation too.

Couldn't come at a better time, really, as I can do with all the recuperation I can lay my hands on at the moment. Turns out that my recent fall and tumble had nothing to do with kidney infections whatsoever. This was emphatically made apparent, when I fainted again a few days ago, while my guts were falling apart at the same time. Most unpleasant, but at least I didn't crack anything this time round.  

I saw another specialist who carried out an exhaustive examination and ran more tests. Turns out I've been harbouring a nice little fungal infection in my guts for, probably, years. So, once again I'm on antibiotics, but now I've also been warned off all dairy, fermented products (wine and beer), gluten and sugar, while this clears up.

Long term, who knows, as there may be underlying problems that won't be apparent until after the infection has cleared. But, I think that my days of eating whatever-the-hell would fit into my mouth may be over.

Hasn't left me feeling brilliant really, but what can you do. Anyway, this may the last I mention this as I don't really want this to turn into a medical woes diary. It is what it is and life goes on.