I felt so cool walking down the street eating that potato-on-a-stick. I didn't feel so cool when half the potato fell (as it does every time!!), but felt better eating the rest of my chicken-on-a-stick. I also felt really adventurous eating at those little restaurants and buying pastries from the Mini Markets. That one sip of non-bottled water, I really did need it to take that pill. And honestly, I felt like a champ sitting on a plastic stool in the middle of a market eating lime cake.
You can bet I also felt pretty cool stumbling into a pharmacy feeling weaker and more nauseous than I ever have before in my life. I felt really adventurous lying in bed for 4 hours and then being spoon-fed vegetable soup because I was to weak to feed myself. I felt even better riding around Cusco in a Taxi with my head in my friends' lap because sitting up made me feel like I was going to die.
Yeah, whatever it was, a bad case of bad chicken, reaction to antibiotics, antibiotics mixed with rum, or that one swallow of local water, it was horrible.
I was back at the post (this time my name was "Veth"), in and out of about 4 pharmacies, consulting with a doctor who probed my stomach and then nodded knowingly, (Actually, he knew nothing, as of yet, there is no good explanation for what happened to me that day.) and had hours of fun convincing my friend to stop walking because I just had to sit down.
But I learned a lot about how being sick in Cusco works. Doctors, pharmacies, clinics, consultarios, medicine, etc.
And have I learned my lesson about eating street food? Not really. Since I have no idea what to blame for how I felt, I have no idea what to avoid. And I certainly won't avoid everything. But for now, I'm drinking bottled water, and eating "comida muy suave" (Soft food? Believe me, it makes sense in Spanish.) because honestly, I just don't feel like eating at all. Or doing anything. But that's tomorrow's story.
You can bet I also felt pretty cool stumbling into a pharmacy feeling weaker and more nauseous than I ever have before in my life. I felt really adventurous lying in bed for 4 hours and then being spoon-fed vegetable soup because I was to weak to feed myself. I felt even better riding around Cusco in a Taxi with my head in my friends' lap because sitting up made me feel like I was going to die.
Yeah, whatever it was, a bad case of bad chicken, reaction to antibiotics, antibiotics mixed with rum, or that one swallow of local water, it was horrible.
I was back at the post (this time my name was "Veth"), in and out of about 4 pharmacies, consulting with a doctor who probed my stomach and then nodded knowingly, (Actually, he knew nothing, as of yet, there is no good explanation for what happened to me that day.) and had hours of fun convincing my friend to stop walking because I just had to sit down.
But I learned a lot about how being sick in Cusco works. Doctors, pharmacies, clinics, consultarios, medicine, etc.
And have I learned my lesson about eating street food? Not really. Since I have no idea what to blame for how I felt, I have no idea what to avoid. And I certainly won't avoid everything. But for now, I'm drinking bottled water, and eating "comida muy suave" (Soft food? Believe me, it makes sense in Spanish.) because honestly, I just don't feel like eating at all. Or doing anything. But that's tomorrow's story.
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