The Risk of Embrace
I try to blame it on the fact that I have kids, and a twelve-year-old boy specifically, that I giggle like a child at bathroom jokes. You know, the ones along the vein, “Some people think it’s funny but it’s only hot and runny…”? (I admit, it’s not very mature, but stick with me and I promise this email will get meaningful.) So, a couple of weeks ago my doctor and I had a lengthy talk about diarrhea because diarrhea can be a real problem for the international traveler. Since we’re headed off to Africa, I had a few questions about what I was in for, digestionally speaking, and he seemed like the man with the answers. It took all of my concentration to keep a straight face while he explained the details of the subject while repeating “diarrhea” over and over again throughout the discussion. Deep breaths, Alyssa , I thought, you can get through this without laughing! All I could think of was how hilariously my kids would laugh at this story. But I resisted a chuckle and tried n...