That’s what I did Friday night. It wasn’t just me, though-five of the other fourteen people in Bangkok got it around the same time. Nobody is sure what caused it though. I did do something to help bring it on, though. All I had for dinner was flavored soy milk, a scotch and soda and peanuts. A humorously nausea-inducing combo. It sucked for sure-I had diarrhea and barfing simultaneously and eventually ended up in the hospital with a shot to end the nausea and a saline drip to rehydrate me. It worked, but I had to lie there half-awake for like four hours.
The Thai hospital was pretty nice. The emergency room felt basically like an American one-I was impressed. They got a little confused, though; they weren’t keeping good track of what had already been done so they tried to give me a pill twice. Another impressive thing was the price. The whole trip, all five or so hours of it at the hospital, including the cab and drugs, came to under ten dollars. I felt like giving a donation.
Their English was pretty good. At one point, though, the doctor said “we’re going to give you some fluid,” but her accent made it sound like “food” because Thai people have trouble with consonant blends. I was like “Sunil, go tell them I’m a vegetarian.” It was sort of funny. The best part of the experience, actually, was that Sunil was really supportive (he’s my roommate). He went with me to the hospital, filled out paperwork, paid for me and everything. It was great. I owe him one.
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