India Strikes Back

I’m writing this the first time I’ve been outside of the house in the last two days. Despite all of the warnings that I’d received saying that I would get sick, I thought that if I had some basic sensibility that I could avoid anything too bad… unfortunately I was wrong. We went to an omelet place for dinner which the Indians had claimed was the best omelets that you could get in town (known throughout Baroda as being safe and good). In their defense they were VERY tasty, but I woke up at around two in the morning, knowing I was in trouble.

All through the night my body purged any resemblance of omelet until around 9:30 in the morning the mother of my wonderful host family took me to the doctor. I was set up with 4 different pills to take, which I just threw up at first, but soon I was able to keep them down and they kicked in. I felt bad for the rest of the day, but this morning I’ve been able to keep down the first food since last night, so hopefully I’m over this bug.

I don’t know what I would have done if Arjun and Siddhant’s mother hadn’t taken such good care of me. She kept saying, “no boy will be sick in my house”. She cooked some breakfast and lunch for me even though she knew I wouldn’t be able to eat it, she took me to the doctor, made me tea and told me exactly what to do to feel better. All better now, and it’s just another day in the chaos of India.