My blogs have been out of action for a few days and I have Delhi Belly to thank for that! Before we came to India, Indian food was on our menu every week and we made a pact not to eat western food for our entire time in India. Well, after we experienced the burn of Indian food coming back up (and out) the pact was over.
For me, Delhi Belly was rather embarrassing. It began on New Year’s Eve literally as we arrived at our new Indian friend’s parent’s house. In typical Indian fashion there were enormous amounts of food and chai laid out on the table and I knew something was wrong when the mere sight of it made my stomach turn. One bite of an Indian sweet cake and I projectile vomited exorcist style all the way into the New Year. Thankfully Indian hospitality extends to the sick and I had an entire family wrapping me in blankets, rubbing oils into my stomach and discussing my ‘loose motions’.
New Years Day we had to take a seven hour train ride to the state of Punjab and thankfully (and rather embarrassingly) the commuters were just as accommodating and somewhat intrigued by my sickness. A kindly man next to us fed me medications, wrote down cures and of course discussed my ‘motions’ for the entire trip. He has now been added to my extensive list of Indian contacts!
Brent’s Delhi Belly arrived a few days later and of course that warranted a trip to the doctor. Five different prescriptions and two injections later and we are feeling much better and can feel our much needed sense of humours returning.