4:30 a.m. the alarm goes off. It’s my turn to go to the
shower, and then get Pallavi so we can try to leave for Krakatau by 5:30. I do
not feel good.
I go to the bathroom… and I go to the bathroom…. And I go to
take a shower and turn the water on and immediately off… and go to the
bathroom…. Go to take a shower and turn the water on and immediately off… vomit…
and I call it. I hate to call it, but I need to take a call quickly and I
cannot see a future right now where in a toilet is not readily accessible.
I tell Pallavi I don’t think I can go. She asks what I
believe to be a critical question – when you think of food, do you think I want
to throw up or I want to eat? I don’t even want to have coffee without wanting
to throw up! Tragically, the journey is off! I went to go and tell Pallavi’s
cousin and promptly ran back to the bathroom, then to bed.
That is about it. I spent the rest of the day intermittently
sleeping and eating half a banana, or drinking half a cup of coconut water, or
having half a piece of bread.
When I finally got up, we tried to figure out what in the
world could have poisoned me. I finally got my comeuppance. I thought I’d never
get food poisoning because I’ve been slowly poisoned my whole life. Now I can
no longer claim that.
Was it Pallavi’s chicken? Maybe… but we all ate it and I’m
the only one who got sick. Was it the touristy, well-known Café Batavia, where
Pallavi had gotten a bad prawn & I had gotten some seafood, tofu, and
vegetable claypot? Definitely could have been!
We still want to try to go to Krakatau, but let’s see if I’m
up for it in the morning.
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