Sick, tired and in pain
Scribbled down on February 12th, 2007 by she
Posted in Where No Flan Has Gone Before
I think I have food poisoning.
After weeks in India with no stomach troubles, I’m suffering horrific abdominal pain – coming and going in waves – since late Saturday night. No fever to date, so I’m at least feeling somewhat relieved about that.
I ate some chicken tikka at a restaurant recommended by a friend and think this may have been the culprit. Since then, I haven’t been able to keep anything other than water down and the pain isn’t subsiding.
Now I remember why I typically stick to vegetarian fare while in India.
If this doesn’t let up, I’ll be visiting a co-worker’s doctor tomorrow to verify my suspicions.
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February 13th, 2007 at 5:26 am
I don’t know if gatorade or some such equivalent is available but try to drink something that has electorlytes in it. It may help you feel better. if you can handle solid food rice is a good choice. Hope you are feeling better soon
the pictures of elephanta were interesting
February 13th, 2007 at 8:12 am
Oh, no! Feel better FAST! I’ve had a bug since Friday, so I know exactly how you feel — except I’ve at least got the comforts of home.
Hang in there!!!
February 13th, 2007 at 12:34 pm
Ugh…not fun. (I think the universe saw your post on Friday that said you hadn’t been sick yet this year, and decided to change that…)
I’m glad for you that you were able to do some good touristing / visiting / sightseeing over the weekend, before getting ill! The pictures were lovely.
February 13th, 2007 at 5:01 pm
You can’t seem to go anywhare without getting sick.
Hope you feel better soon
February 13th, 2007 at 10:51 pm
Must be time to blow that popsicle stand and head for some of that ginger soup at the Penn. And all the running water you can handle, with a nice soft bed, with more security than most people need, and little gentlemen in white suits and pillbox hats to hold the door for you while so Wilson can drive you off in the limo to the nice air conditioned office.
And to know that Eula & Pau are waiting for you to party them under the table….(if that is possible). What a life.
February 14th, 2007 at 1:09 am
Oh no, I’m sorry to hear that. Reminds me of a comment I read once by some travel writer who, on making only a short visit to India, said: “I went through India almost as fast as it went through me”. *wry smile* Hope you’ll feel better soon.