I had planned to write about the last several days, about Arachna and her lovely friends, about my flatmates and apartment house mates, with whom I’ve formed a little community, about going to the bar with the great view, of the auto rickshaws and shopping and walking.
Instead, I’m wiped out. Not sure what it was I ate or drank, but I got stomach cramps and diarrhea. I’ve been being very careful and was sure it wouldn’t happen this quickly. The Yale Travel Clinic nurse was adamant that I take antibiotics at the first sign of a bug. I waited a bit–would it subside? But I gave into the meds. My flatmate Carolyn brought me club soda and I’m thrilled.
And I’m going to miss the final game of the World Cup. I’m going to be sleeping. I’m wiped out enough to not really care. Someone, just tell me who wins.