Oh so ill!
A made it through a week in Pakistan without getting ill.
We had to be so vigilant to keep our hands clean, and dry (bugs in the water!) so that we didnt get sick with the "runs". We had to make sure that what we were eating from was clean and dry also! We had to make sure that the fruit was washed in salt water and peeled!
On the last day I remember using a cash machine (a strange machine that seemed to do really what it felt like, dispensing a random amount of cash) and thinking, I really should clean my hands. Everyone else did, but for some reason - I didnt. The result was a sore stomach at 4am and "the runs" every half hour for the next 10 hours.
The plane flight was 8 hours of hell. I couldnt sleep and had to use the toilet every 30 mins. Toward the end of the flight the attendants were starting to get worried and broke open a medical kit (safety ties cut, signed for in triplicate) and gave me some imodiem. The paramedics were called at the airport and said that I could not be admitted to hospital for another 10 hours. I was taken through customs in a wheel chair and put in a taxi and sent home to a freaked out Sarah. She took me in to A&E at midnight. I was admitted at 3am for severe dehydration. It lasted for another 2 weeks.
What a crap way to end a holiday!
We had to be so vigilant to keep our hands clean, and dry (bugs in the water!) so that we didnt get sick with the "runs". We had to make sure that what we were eating from was clean and dry also! We had to make sure that the fruit was washed in salt water and peeled!
On the last day I remember using a cash machine (a strange machine that seemed to do really what it felt like, dispensing a random amount of cash) and thinking, I really should clean my hands. Everyone else did, but for some reason - I didnt. The result was a sore stomach at 4am and "the runs" every half hour for the next 10 hours.
The plane flight was 8 hours of hell. I couldnt sleep and had to use the toilet every 30 mins. Toward the end of the flight the attendants were starting to get worried and broke open a medical kit (safety ties cut, signed for in triplicate) and gave me some imodiem. The paramedics were called at the airport and said that I could not be admitted to hospital for another 10 hours. I was taken through customs in a wheel chair and put in a taxi and sent home to a freaked out Sarah. She took me in to A&E at midnight. I was admitted at 3am for severe dehydration. It lasted for another 2 weeks.
What a crap way to end a holiday!
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