Bad days are the WORST

One of my theories on living/traveling abroad is that good days are magnified by 10, but the flip side is bad days are magnified by 10 as well.

Hypothetically speaking, a bad day living in Honduras might look something like this...

• You spend five hours in Tegucigalpa running errands for a medical brigade
• One of your favorite drivers (and an incredibly kind man) gets fired, because the Ranch has no money.
• Feeling crappy and exhausted from Tegucigalpa, you unload 18 massive water jugs, several cases of beer, and a random assortment of items from the truck. During the hottest part of the day.
• In attempt to be left alone for a few minutes, you close your office door but immediately realize that since there is no window to open it becomes an instant sauna
• Putting together a fan to help with said heat, you smack your head HARD on the windowsill
• Angry from your newly acquired head wound, you swing your arm around and bump an entire glass of water onto your newly fixed computer, that was returned to you the evening before.
• The next day, you wake up sick 

Hypothetically speaking, of course.