WEATHER: No idea-didn’t leave my room all day
HIGHLIGHT OF THE DAY: I’m alive
BUMMER OF THE DAY: I HATE being sick
WORD OF THE DAY: Food poisoning
The title a little too much information? Tough.
I need to write about the sick times as well as the happy and sad times
and today was a sick time. There was no
doubt about that. So I went to bed at
10pm last night feeling fine. I had a
gurgly stomach, but that happens now and then so I wasn’t worried. I woke in a sweat at 1am I had that terrible
feeling I needed to go to the toilet, and in a hurry, everyone has had that
feeling in their life and know what a horrible feeling that is. For the next 6 hours I was back and forth
between bed and the bathroom and I also had a spew twice up till 7am and the
guys woke. I just felt terrible and the
first thing I thought of was that it was something I ate, literally, I had food
poisoning. The hole in the story is that
we all ate the same thing last night as it was a set dinner and after Jess
returned back after breakfast, no one else was sick. I just didn’t know what I had eaten that
everyone else didn’t. Jess ordered some
dry toast for me, which I ate and kept down, I took some Imodium’s to help with
the diarrhea and washed it all down with some electrolytes.
The guys were off for a 6 hour hike today, which I was
never going to be going on anyway, but I had hoped to have a productive blog
day, which just wasn’t going to happen today.
So Jess left at 9am and I decided to have a shower and then I got a
visit from Leena, who also decided not to trek today and lucky for me she has
just finished 7 years of ‘doctor-ing’ (sorry Lenna-not sure what you actually specialized
is) but I got some more pills from her, one to settle my stomach and another to
help with nausea and prescribed sleep by my personal doctor. So with that advice, I heeded and I slept
till 3pm when Jess and the gang returned.
I was still in sickland and Jess went out and bought me some lemonade and
a packet of salted chips to get me through the afternoon. It was comforting to hear the everyday noises
out the window. Children playing and
laughing, the temple bells tolling, men talking, women shouting-a reminder that
life continues, even when you are feeling sick as a dog. I was lucky I had the internet on my phone
and I would check that throughout the day, which made me feel better that I was
still able to keep an eye on the world from my sick bed and share my sickness
news with them all.
The gang went for an early dinner, which I declined-and
with a visit from Satya to check up on me, we ordered some plain rice at 7pm,
which I had a few mouthfuls of. When
Jess got back from dinner she said that Kalps saw me eat something from some
kids yesterday and then the penny dropped-THAT is what made me sick. I ate that puffed rice from the kiddies
yesterday. The way they make that stuff is
that they soak the rice to the point of it nearly sprouting and then they dry
it, coat it in herbs and then eat it. So
besides the Nepali water (which is not drinkable here at all-it is a browny
colour out of the taps), I also had the spices to contend with and then the children’s
hands which were probably covered in little bacteria. Dang it-that had to be it! What an idiot I am and I should, actually I
DO know better, but those cute little faces just sucked me in and this was the
thanks I get for trying to be nice. SUCKER. So I knew it was something that I had eaten
and that was it. I had a case of food
poisoning and it was a terrible 16 hours.
So I was in bed just after 10pm and I hadn’t chucked
since this morning, but I still had diarrhea, but the tummy cramps had also
gone, so I was hoping that I was on the mend and prating for a good night’s sleep
to wake up brand new in the morning.
Being sick sucks.
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