The Tap Water Disaster

I have been trying to ween myself onto the tap water here. For a few weeks, I've been mixing about half a cup of tap water with my bottle of mineral water each day. On Sunday, I made the mistake of drinking a whole bottle of tap water at once. "I'll be fine," I thought, "my system is probably used to the tap water by now." False. I'm sick with the big V and D (not to be too graphic). Today I lay outside in the shade, trying not to throw up, and last night was maybe the most unpleasant night of my life. I will spare the details.
This is what happens when you're in a new place for a month and a half, thinking you've finally got the hang of things-- you're thrown for yet another big loop. You get sick on the water you had assumed your body was habituated to. Oh well, there's nothing like being ill to make you miss the comforts of home. The comforts of your bed, of the toilet that flushes, of your Mom bringing you gingerale. I feel homesick, and it's hard to appreciate the wonders of Dakar when my body's swimming with nausea. Just one of those days, I guess.