Falling off the wellness wagon
Yesterday was a bad day. I went to sleep the night before feeling healthy and on the path to recovery. I woke up in the middle of the night with some delightful new symptoms feared by every traveler.
I tried to shower and power through the discomfort, which was compounded with dizziness and dehydration, but apparently my host father was instructed to take me back to the doctor if additional signs of illness appeared.
So we loaded into the car once again and drove across town to the hospital. I was guided to a doctor's office attached to two small partitions with hospital beds behind them, and I waited to be seen by the doctor.
Office visits in India are not at all private. Everyone is welcome to sit in, and it's obvious that is the expectation.
So as the nurse is explaining to my house father, my teammate and another Rotary gentleman that I need to lose weight, the doctor is asking me about the consistency of my bodily fluids. My facial expressions must have been interesting.
I kept telling myself, "Do you want to feel better? Or do you want to waste energy on feeling embarrassed?"
I knew everyone in the room was there to help me and had gone out of their way for me. I was so appreciative for their help, and I knew they were concerned and wanted me to get immediate care. So, in the end, a little embarrassment wasn't the worst thing.
I was having strong abdominal pain alongside the other symptoms, and the doctor thought I might have some kind of intestinal problem.
I left his office with six new medications and more confusion about my diagnosis. A UTI? Colitis? Drug sensitivity? I still don't know what's wrong with me.
After the hospital, I went to rest before the Rotary meeting, which I was pleased didn't last too long last night.
But it's been another rough morning, and I'll be struggling today as my body attempts to get well.
Say a prayer on my behalf if you get a chance. I want to get back on track.
Until tomorrow, Victoria.