Convertable toilets, blackouts, gynecologist and brain worms

Well, it finally happened.  I got sick.  Not no sniffles sick, but puke my brains out sick...But wait - you remember my post from Hardiwar about a perching toilet.  I thought it would be a while before I saw another one and regretted not taking a photo - well, Ive got on of my very own in my bathroom!

Just lift the one layer and poof - a toilet you perch on.

Now back to being sick and those pesky brain worms...

In a previous post I have lost my patience and tolerance of eating potato at least once a day if not 3 times. Because of this I am now finding that I am skipping meals...and don't really have too much of a problem. I don't snack on anything but peanuts because everything else  is covered in Masala flavoring - and though I do not mind, I do not crave it like say cheese puffs. So, Sunday I ate breakfast (dosa - which is like a very large sourdough crepe) and then didn't consume any more food until 4pm where I went to the local tea shop and had a small cup of chai. Around 6:30 I started to feel a little uncomfortable and then around 8pm I made my first (and most dangerous trip) to the bathroom. I had been sitting on my bed and had brought out my shower bucket as a "just in case" deal. I did not really want to use my shower bucket, but what could I do? When the urge hit, I grabbed the bucket, began hurling and sped into the bathroom. I rushed to my toilet with wings (great to grip)

and the next thing I recall is waking up soaking wet from puking all over myself and from falling into the shower. I blacked out. I have been reading these strange vampire novels and as I was coming around I was unconsciously throwing my shoulder against the cement divider (you can see it next to the toilet - that is what separates my shower from my non shower area) and thinking I’m going to be bit by a vampire if I don't move. My nose was bleeding, my glasses on the ground next to me scratched up and I was choking. I thought I was in some bad horror movie or really lame college party movie. It was really scary because in the 30 seconds it took me to stand and realize what had happened; I also thought about what could have actually happened. How would anyone - no When would anyone have found me if I had smashed my head harder than I did? People here do not poke their nose into anyone else’s business. And all the doors were bolted shut. I realized I was crying when I looked at myself in the mirror - and that made me feel even more isolated. You can hear practically everything your neighbor does or says - it echo’s in the cement building. Yet no one came to find out if I was ok.

Anyway, I got myself cleaned up - new pj's and sent an embarrassing text message to the one friend I sort of knew. Chittu rushed over from a different dorm to check on me and then went and got me some juice and mineral water. When he returned I had just finished my 2nd bout of puking. Only this time it was coming out both ends of me at the same time - again good thing I had a bucket. Chittu stayed with me for about an hour checking my blood pressure (53/105) and asking if I wanted to go to the hospital. All I could think was OH MY GOD NOT THE BUTCHERS!!! Everyone says going to a remote hospital in India is the worst thing ever. I have no idea if it’s true or not, but that’s all I could picture/think. That scared me more than anything else. Eventually Bibbeck and TP came by and I eventually felt really embarrassed and shooed them out of my room....I lay down and tried to sleep...unsuccessfully. This time (good advice from TP) I did not rush to the bathroom, why should I if I have a bucket? Nor did I put my glasses on - it’s just puke to see. So I sat up threw my legs over the side of the bed, grabbed the bucket started puking and blacked out again. This time I didn't end up on the floor - but managed to puke all over my new carpet, my fresh pj's and bed sheets. - Somehow I kept puking in front of me even though I had lost consciousness while sitting up in bed.

I cleaned myself up again, started a lovely pile of puke clothing and laid back down in bed. Around 1am I threw up again. I was thinking of eating paneer and peas (Mutter Paneer) - the peas did it. Blahhhhhh into the bucket.

Chittu came by in the morning again and had told one of the professors what had happened to me - so of course now I had to go to the doctor. Only –not just any doctor….oh no. The best doc that could be recommended to me was a gynecologist. Chitt and TP took me to the gynecologist and when we arrived there were 3 men waiting to see the doctor.

The doctor turned out to NOT be a gynecologist, rather a general practitioner (we were all misinformed – uhhhh phew?). He wouldn’t talk to me directly, rather Chittu came into the examination room with me and the doc directed everything at him. It was very odd, like I wasn’t even there….The doc told Chittu my condition was more likely due to a dirty cup than not properly boiled water/tea. He gave me an anti-puke shot in the arm (thanks for the bruise) and 3 types of pills (no clue what they were) and sent me on my way….BUT before I stepped out completely – brought me back into the room and told Chitt he didn’t want to alarm him, but the uncontrolled jerking as I came into consciousness could be due to worms that had gotten into my body and made their way to the brain. Where’s the gynecologist now?? He said that it could be something worse and if it happens again I would need a CT scan because it could be “cystic fibrosis”...

We left – I’m fine and I now have friends I can call any time.