Getting Gastro
I think by now JJ Hospital has attained more than its fifteen minutes of fame. However, its repercussions on my body remained for longer than I spent in it. After having boasted to all who would listen that I was the first tourist in India not to get the runs, that I was actually constipated, the universe showed me up.I had one sandwich. Count it. One. One cucumber and tomato sandwich from the doctor’s canteen at JJ. With a thimbleful of chai thrown in. That was enough to floor me for three days. Even after relocating to my friend Divya’s house, a paragon of hygiene and cleanliness, I suffered the indignities of flatulence, diarrhoea and kidney pains.
After the first day of a strict diet of nimbu pani and toast, I decided to take antibiotics. I neglected however, to continue my light diet and had mango. Stomach did not like that. Neither did the colon. So Divya’s mum took matters in hand and made her whole family go on a bland diet. It still tasted delicious though.
She made rice with peas and friend onions on top. This was to be mixed with yoghurt, home made, of course. In fact, were it not for her mum, I would have dehydrated on the spot. However, both Divya and her mum ensured I kept up my fluids and ate properly.
Enough of bodily fluids, I think.
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