It must have been still early in the night when I had to let go through my head again what I had consumed over the past 8 hours. In reverse order, down to dinner. What had left my stomach already by this point would plash out the other end in a watery spray. Once I was all empty and hollow I would still feel sick. It was time to lay off the regular diarrhea pills that I had started a couple of days ago and switch to the antibiotic! I realized I had to stay upright if I was to keep it. It was the kind of sickness where the slightest thought or smell or visual sensation could cause and irritation. Sitting on the edge of the bed I tried not to think or focus on anything. I had invented meditation. And it worked for that matter.
Day broke, night fell.
There I was, with a purple baby foot, a head swollen from banging against all the low ceilings in India, a mouth with sores and smudged with vomit, and an ass like a garden hose. India had welcomed me with a fine treatment!
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