The Malaria medication I take makes me so sick. It must be seriously strong stuff. So it’s either take the Malaria medication and get horrible headaches and sharp stomach pains or roll the dice and possibly get Malaria. Oh, the Choices!
I had "Delhi Belly" for two days. That is actually not bad. Most people that get sick here have got it for about a week. Probably from a drop of water in a glass or on a plate, it was awful. Thankfully, the best place to be sick is at an ashram. People actually give a crap, pun intended, and while it’s not like being home (all I wanted was Mac and Cheese and Gingerale), it’s not as bad as being in a lonely hotel by yourself and sick. Helen bought me crackers, my Portuguese friends Steph and Bebo offered up some medication, and my fun loving, wild friends from New Zealand Emma and Topher gave me some chocolate they had with them. (chocolate that has not gone bad is impossible to find here). The Swami, who happened to actually be here for two days between his travels, suggested a handful of Cardamom and wash it down with water. Gross, but this actually worked. My bathroom trips stopped within 3 hours and “Delhi Belly’ was gone!
It’s so stinking hot that I have an angry heat rash. Between the yoga in the afternoon heat and the fact that it is just HOT all the time has made my skin turn against me.
I still love India!
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