I got a case of something awful on Friday. It has made me terribly sad and restricted me to my apartment next to my toilet. I've also stopped eating, pretty much. Nothing takes the fun out of food like knowing that something can cause you to be sick again. Here's a picture of my cooking guy. On Friday, he brought help to cook, because he finally understood that I can't eat things from containers that have been washed with sink water. I can't drink anything made with sink water. The new person was making chicken water, which I figured was something like soup. No, not really. He boiled a chicken and then threw away the broth. He fried onions and then asked me what spices to add to the chicken. I said no spices and looked in the onion pan. It had chili peppers! What don't they understand about the word BLAND? Well, maybe the whole thing. They were very accomodating, however. I ate that with rice and reheated it the next day. This young man was devestated that I wanted to heat it up myself. This is very unpleasant. I either want to be left alone or to be with people who can talk with me. This head weaving, "I donknow" kind of shit is really getting me down.
Harriet is back in town and I will visit her for lunch tomorrow and then we will go together to see Pervez (used to work at The Times as a director) and his family. They moved back to Bangalore. This will probably be very good. It will be nice to know someone here who speaks English. I would give him a call, but I still have been unsuccessful calling anyone who isn't in my blackberry. Beyond challenged.
The joy is still talking with my sister and my son each day. Karen keeps me up on the news and Adrian gives me perspective. He thinks I should learn the local language. The national languages are English and Hindi. But many people only speak the language of their local area. No, I won't be learning that. Saying hello and thank you is one thing. But I'm never going to be able to communicate with the house boy.
For now, I am lonely girl 59, looking forward to a new week surrounded by a lot of people.
3 comments:
Oh Peggy,
I am so sorry that the food has attacked you. I was so enjoying the other blog entries where you were happily going through your day, enjoying each new flavor. Sigh. Well, I am sending you my thoughts, and hope that whatever it is that you have caught in your belly will leave SOON.
Thanks, sweet thing. As you know by now, sleeping for two days and taking mega drugs got rid of it. I didn't eat for days. Just getting into the swing of things on Tuesday. I think people without megadrugs suffer much longer.
Yes, Kevin had the same sort of thing happen, and it lingered....until the mega drugs were prescribed. Thank GOD we don't live in the dark ages! I am reading a book right now called "Stiff" about what happens to bodies when we die, and there used to be all sorts of gross things (i.e. body parts. Ugggghhhh) prescribed to take care of such maladies.
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