Well, I went to the doctor, and now, gentle reader, I have a multiple choice question for you:
C. A bacterial infection
D. All of the above.
You guessed it, it's D. Apparently there's some sort of fucking zoo living in my arse. A menagerie, if you will.
The worrying thing, is how I don't feel any different to how I've felt for the last 2 years. That, and the doctor told me that these sorts of cocktails of colonic fauna are endemic in Indonesia and the only way to truly make sure you don't catch this sort of crap is to completely segregate yourself from the masyarakat. What the hell is the point of living here if I can't share a beer with homeless schizophrenic dudes down beside Kali Ciliwung now and then?
Is bleeding from your arse the price you pay for being a man of the people?