In case you haven't been following my journey step by step (what kind of friend / voyeur are you anyway?!), 2 days ago I passed out twice at a Thai restaurant and was taken to a local rural hospital. After a frightening back and forth (scary for me, quite humorous for the Thai nurses who spoke no English), they sped me to a bigger better hospital in the city of Chaing Mai, where not only do the doctors speak English, they also wear shoes AND know how to read an EKG!
The doctors are pretty sure I've succombed to some sort of bacterial intestinal infection. Crazy, I know, that in a third world Asian country one should get sick.
Anyway, they took very good care of me and I'm on anti-biotics now, and out of the hospital. I plan to take it as easy as I need to until I'm better, which will take a few days or perhaps longer.
In the near future, most likely tomorrow, I will post an extensive entry on my blog chronicling my harrowing 42 hours, complete with midnight ambulance rides, sexy nurses, large needles and, of course, how much this all cost. Expect an opus.
In the meantime, I'll be in room 204 of the Chaing Mai Sri Pat Guest House, most likely pooping, eating sushi or watching Aljazeera.
Much love,
Roni
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