Shady's (half) back (knock on wood)

Not much to write home about here. I alternate between sleeping, moaning, and taking Tylenol. I look forward to my next dosage. I guess I could inform everyone about the one thing that is changing- my bowel movements, but I have a feeling that outside my med school friends, no one else cares and for that matter you are probably repulsed as of now.

The good news is, I wrote that last night as I lay moaning in bed and then I made it through the whole night without needing a Tylenol. I did wake up at one point and wanted to take one, but I have been very lethargic and I went back to sleep before the pain could wake me up again. Then I woke up this morning and I only felt about 50% like poo. Now lets not get crazy, I still stayed home from work and my accomplishment thus far is brushing my teeth for the first time in 3 days (ewwwww.) I did almost go to work and then Ale told me she wasn't going and I said "we'll I'm sick so I'm definitely not going if your not going." Ale has really embraced me being sick.

In other news, I ate breakfast but I was still not back to my pickle eating/shoving my face self yet. I really would like to be. I was thinking, what American food would I be eating right now? And I can't really tell you. Maybe a grilled cheese? Sounds kind of heavy. Or soup? But I don't like chicken noodle soup.

So I laid around in bed for a good 7 hours, feeling sorry for myself for not being able to move. Ale meanwhile was sleeping (I'm telling you, she has really embraced me being sick.) I told Amooyla that I (and Ale if she could get out of bed) would summon the courage to go shopping this afternoon, since we had bangles and shoes and earrings to get for The Wedding. (Ale and I act like the prince and princess of wales are getting married here in India.) I didn't feel quite better but I knew that tomorrow after going back to work and being there a whole 3 hours, I would need to nap the rest of the day. So I decided to break it up. Ale and I got out the door and walked half a block down the street before we realized we had left the bag with the sari tops we had to match our accessories to at home. By the time we got back in the house, I was laying on the couch sweaty and exhausted. "Good shopping, Ale, I'll be going up to bed now."

So we left the house again and got in a rickshaw and went to Amoolya's house. Luckily I got some water and another laying break and then we were off to Commercial Street. Amoolya's driver dropped us off (it keeps getting fancier!) and besides the bi-hourly gut strangulation, I felt pretty good. I definitely would have spent way more money if I had the stamina to try clothes on and actually look at things hanging on the shelves. I guess I have another month for that (If typhoid/dengue/malaria/polio hasn't completely destroyed me by then.)

So what did I buy: 2 sets of bangles, 2 pairs of sandals, 2 pashminas, 2 tshirts (because who doesn't only bring tight long sleeve T-shirts to India), and 1 pair of jhumkas (earrings). Apparently I like the number 2.

And since this was my first Indian meal back after having diarrhea for 48 hours, I consumed: pani poori as an appetizer while shopping, followed by dinner with Amoolya and Vishal (who joined us after the shopping) at a Mangalorian restaurant consisting of prawns, fish fry, ghee (butter) chicken, another chicken dish, red rice, and neer dosa, followed by another place for Kulfi (Indian ice cream.) We were keeping it light. The good news, I didn't poop my pants.

So in the past several days, I got mad at Ale because she wasn't carrying me to the toilet like Marshall would have and then I got mad at Marshall because he wasn't calling me every hour to check in on me. And then I waited by the front door because Marshall promised to send Donnie (his dog) to India to snuggle with me. He never came.

And now it's time for bed.