Well, I had my first bout of India illness for sure. I could feel the "fever chills" when we set out for the evening's events. Fortunately, the driver was able to bring me back to my host's house around 6:00 PM, and I climbed into bed. A couple hours later, Alpana (my host's wife) came in and took my temperature. It was 101° and the diarrhea was non-stop.
As if she somehow knew, Poonam called me from Gadag to see how I was doing, so we chatted for a bit and I told her I was sick. She said she wished I could get back to Gadag so they could take care of me. I tossed and turned all night, with horrible chills and bizarre fever dreams. My hosts actually have a TV here in the bedroom, so I watched a little TV. I woke up this morning covered in sweat, so I think my fever has finally broken.
Just took a shower and am feeling weak and wobbly - probably pretty dehydrated. I'm actually feeling hungry for the first time in a couple days, so I guess that's a good sign. Not sure what's on the agenda for today... maybe visiting some Rotary projects? I suppose if I had to be sick, I picked a pretty good time. Souvenir shopping, clubbing and lounging on the beach really don't interest me too much. Ah well.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
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