One of the main reasons for making this blog is to be able to show people all facets of my experiences here. Yes, the women dress beautifully. Yes, the sights are amazing. Yes, I've met some really great people. And yes, I did get sick. Woo Delhi Belly!
Before I left, people would tell me, "It's not a matter of getting sick or not, it's a matter of when." True that. I woke up this morning to go for a walk with my hostdad around Central Park (it seems like every city has one) and almost passed out. We came back and I told him I wasn't feeling well so he went to the market around the corner and brought me bananas, mango juice, and a rehydration powder packet called Electral. He's the best. Mixed with water it tastes like salty lime gatorade. Unfortunately I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. I'm pretty dehydrated and exhausted, but hopefully I'll be better tomorrow. My grandmother, Dadi-ji, who doesn't speak English keeps offering me food. I keep telling her "nay-hi" (no) and have to motion to her what I think would be projectile vomiting in sign language. As unfortunate as it is, I find solace in knowing that this happens to everyone who comes here. There's disease all around, and no matter how careful I've been about only eating food that's been cleaned with iodine or that comes from an air-conditioned restaurant, there's no avoiding it.
Fun times from the subcontinent xoxo.
Before I left, people would tell me, "It's not a matter of getting sick or not, it's a matter of when." True that. I woke up this morning to go for a walk with my hostdad around Central Park (it seems like every city has one) and almost passed out. We came back and I told him I wasn't feeling well so he went to the market around the corner and brought me bananas, mango juice, and a rehydration powder packet called Electral. He's the best. Mixed with water it tastes like salty lime gatorade. Unfortunately I haven't been able to keep anything down all day. I'm pretty dehydrated and exhausted, but hopefully I'll be better tomorrow. My grandmother, Dadi-ji, who doesn't speak English keeps offering me food. I keep telling her "nay-hi" (no) and have to motion to her what I think would be projectile vomiting in sign language. As unfortunate as it is, I find solace in knowing that this happens to everyone who comes here. There's disease all around, and no matter how careful I've been about only eating food that's been cleaned with iodine or that comes from an air-conditioned restaurant, there's no avoiding it.
Fun times from the subcontinent xoxo.
Glad you are feeling better. I think you are right; it isn't a question of IF you are going to get Delhi Belly, but WHEN.
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