He cuts me off and ushers me to sit in the dirt next to him. He grabs my wrist and seems to be checking my pulse. He pulls my eyes down and tuts. In his broken English he tells me I have ‘poor pulse, low blood’. This is nothing new as the doctor told me only a week prior that I had low blood pressure. Brent rolls his eyes in skepticism “anyone can tell you that”.
The doctor grabs is knees and says “ouch, sore knees, especially…” and points to my right knee. This is quite interesting as I have been having knee problems since we did the
“Hmmm no food. No eating today, empty stomach” the doctor insists. He is right I have not eaten today.
“Of course he knows you haven’t eaten, he saw you holding your guts” Brent retorts.
“Bad sleeping” Medicine man continues. This is true as I am a little unsettled by the little creatures that commonly known as cockroaches that come to visit us every night and our new room has no fly net.
“Of course he knows your not sleeping well. All tourists sleep bad in a new environment” Brent claims.
“Sore tummy” Medicine man finishes. Yup, I call it Delhi Belly. Brent rolls his eyes and huffs.
Medicine man mixes together a concoction of herbs. I recognize coconut, ginger and turmeric but the others are unfamiliar. He tells me to take half a teaspoon with honey twice a day and wraps the herbs in newspaper. He writes the cost on a small piece of paper and Brent chokes. It costs more than our entire accommodation. Brent offers him some money and tells him it’s all we have and the man accepts.
Brent is completely skeptical about the whole ordeal and he complains for several hours. I on the other hand have a little more faith. Why shouldn’t nature be able to cure our complaints?
I’ll keep you posted on the Delhi Belly.