Two months here and finally the food sickness I was so worried about and thought I had avoided struck.
WARNING: Slightly graphic material below.
I writhe in my bed, unable to sleep. My dinner sits heavily in my stomach, unwilling to digest. Sensing something might be wrong I immerse myself in some shite movie on TV to divert my attention.
A deep echo, like a quarter being dropped into an empty well, resonates from deep within my bowels. It is about 2 AM. The porcelain calls.
BLAST! OK, that wasn't plesant but it has happened before. Within the next 30 minutes about 5 more blasts occur and I realize some microscopic creep crawly is wreaking havoc in my guts. My first thoughts are of paranoia that I can still make my plane on the 16th without having to wear Huggies.
From 3 to 4 is like a scene out of Trainspotter, with me lying near the toilet on the cold, grimy floor of my bathroom, making sure that I am prepared to throw up if I have to.
I hate vomiting- I'm not in my heyday anymore- so I choke it down. I know that dehydration is the danger of diarrhea but I feel like if I drink any water I will chuck. Quite a dilemma.
I weather the storm and lie in my hotel room all day, still racked from last night. In my 3 some years total living and traveling in developing countries, I get "loosies" every now and then, but this is my first rapid-fire experience. If it was a one-shot deal only, does it mean I have a strong stomach or I'm just lucky?
I'm getting on that plane if I have to strap a boot-bag around my snout on the plane. Definitely a sign that it's time to go.
Saturday, May 12, 2007
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My friend was recently in India and got VERY sick on her last day there. Now she carries Tums everywhere she goes.
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