Since you don't know them.....
Rob's brother Caleb (in Mexico)

Rob's Grandpa Thiessen (no he is not flipping off the person behind him....he just lost some fingers in a band saw accident).
Rob's Grandpa Thiessen called me a few weeks ago and asked me to do him a favor. I agreed! He wanted me to post a message for Caleb, Rob's brother who is on a mission in Mexico, and figured that because I am so popular, even with the missionaries, this was the best way to get the message to whom it needed to be getting to. So here goes:
The message is this, "BUCK UP AND DEAL WITH IT."
I'm sure you will want an explanation....who wouldn't (Caleb, I am sure you, too, are wondering what the heck this is in context to). Well, I'll tell ya.
We have, in the not so distant past, received many words from Caleb about the turmoil his body is going through down there, in that "not-so-sanitary-place" (my words, not Caleb's), and along with these, words of the less than satisfactory condition of the bathroom accommodations he is so often forced to enjoy.
Grandpa and I agreed that here, in the US of A, we are completely spoiled with our "running-water-flush-it-and-it-goes-down-the-hole-forever (not so much in our house) system." Grandpa says things are different in every other region of the world (what do I know, I have never been anywhere but the Western United States) and Caleb had better just, as said above, "BUCK UP AND DEAL WITH IT."
Then he related a funny story which I will share with you now.
(Grandpa you will have to forgive me if I lost some of the details in translation. It has been a while since we spoke. And Dad.....yes, you did raise me to be more lady like.....this story holds no reflection on the type of upbringing I had....please forgive me."
When Grandpa was fighting in the war the "walls" to their "bathroom facilities" consisted of an open tent/tarpy thing (he tried to describe it to me over the phone). A trench would be dug and a board, with four holes (usually) would be placed over the trench. There is where you were to do all your "duties." In the open, for everyone to see.....and into a trench (disgusting.....can you imagine the smell?)
One night, a man in his barracks woke up, in the early hours of the morning, to use the "facilities." He did his business, came back to the tent and climbed into his sleeping bag. His tent mates were flabbergasted by the smell he brought with him and asked if he had just passed gas. After repeated claims to the contrary, he rolled over in his sleeping bag and discovered the source of the appalling smell.
Turns out that when he had taken down his long johns (it was winter there) to use the restroom, they had fallen into the trench. He hadn't noticed, even when placing them back on his body, and now he, AND his sleeping bag were covered in........well, you can figure that out.
So Caleb...........again, "BUCK UP AND DEAL WITH IT" (from Grandpa).
I suggest you keep your suit up and out of the camode and before you crawl into bed at night, do a through smelling of yourself and your companion. At least, then, you will be far better off than that poor soldier (and those who had to sleep in the tent with him that night).
(Note to self: If you ever feel like complaining about having to clean two toilets, shut your mouth and just do it. Second, be grateful for the ready use of a washer and dryer, just in case any dip-age should happen........come on, we have all worn overalls at one point in time.)
So Grandpa.....I hope this message was suitable enough to portray your message to you poor sick grandson in a country far far away (actually not so far away, in proximity, but far away in modern conveniences).
Caleb, we love you and hope you start feeling better. At least for a day or two before you catch the next nasty bug.