MI AMIGA AMOEBA
By Beth Berube
My doctor recommended that I have a lab test to determine whether or not I might be hosting either an amoeba (a one-celled protozoa) or an intestinal parasite such as a worm. I have been coming to Mexico for years and these types of internal hitchhikers are common.
A lab test resulting in a positive diagnosis would send most people sked addling to their nearest pharmacy in search of prescription drugs to eradicate gastro intestinal ailment perpetrators.
I am conflicted with a precept too elusive to define. But I will try.
I am well into middle age, but do not fight middle age spread. Am I blessed with a belt bulging inhibitor? Is it biological or pathological? Does it matter?
Awash in muddled emotions, I Wikipedia “intestinal parasites”. My spirits are not buoyed by the definition.
Parasitism is a type of non mutual relationship between organisms of different species where one organism, the parasite, benefits at expense of the other, the host.
I imagine pint sized parasites sequestered inside me waiting to share a meal. I lovingly think of them as my babies; hairless babies with no arms or legs, but with healthy appetites. If I crave a Big Mac with fries and a shake, no worries. Have two. There is nothing non-mutual about our relationship. The boys down there are working double time on my behalf. So what if I have a little waxing and waning diarrhea from time to time; my biggish contemporaries with their underactive thyroids are besieged with bloat now and then.
I approach a two-story white building. Bold, blue letters above a window spell Laboratorio. I have all the necessary paraphernalia and paperwork from my doctor with me. Now, all I have to do is walk in and wait for the analysis. I reach out and pull on the door handle. It is locked. I am relieved. I guess I will have to come back mañana, but for now, I think I would like a big, juicy hamburguesa.
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