So we’ve had the dreaded gastro bug that people tell me has been going around. Poogie, you started with it early Saturday morning, Aunt R1 got it on Saturday morning too, your Dad got it on Sunday evening, and I got it on Wednesday afternoon. So we’ve had a few days of retching
But I think we’re now over it. Hallelujah.
I recall being sick in Nepal many years ago, when I was travelling there. I’d been sick a few times in India, but the time in Nepal really knocked me flat. We had a nice room with a great view over the lake in Pokhara. One night, coming home from a movie with some friends we’d met and travelled with for a few months on and off, one of them decided to have some dahl as a late night snack. And I too decided to have some, against my better judgement. The street vendor was one whose dahl I had, on many occassions when walking home, looked at and decided was probably not the most hygenic. But regardless, I ate some. And regretted it for days. With not the slightest bit of fondness I remember lying on the bathroom floor, wishing that the bathroom were slightly more elevated than the rest of the room, because then I could at least see the view while I felt wretchedly ill. It ended a few days later with my friends carrying me and my own syringe (which I was very thankful for having packed around in my bag for so many months when I saw the conditions) to the local doctor for a few shots. I’d lost a few kilograms and was pretty sickly. It was the sickest I think I’ve ever been.
However, I have to say that being sick and having to care for a small child at the same time is one of the worst things I’ve ever experienced. Not pleasant at all.
I’m just hoping that these bouts of sickness have given us all some immunity for the coming winter…