2/8/2010

Running away from myself and to the toilet . . .

I started the day with a run, which in the morning yoga was lectured running being bad, this has also been mentioned a few times. Everything I do is just plain bad.

The first hour for the 6 days a week of lessons is chanting, in Hindi may I add. Well I am horrendous at languages never mind chanting and singing to drums, tambourines and the round tingy chimey things. I will let you put together your own image and thoughts of me doing such a thing. All I can do is try my best, which I reckon will never be good enough in this area of study. I do chant with confidence though, more than likely distracting the people sitting next to me.

I became a prisoner trapped in my room as a monkey was trying to steal my breakfast off me, so I sat inside my room while it sat on my balcony staring in, I could see it trying to figure out a way in through the door and windows, its brain ticking over.

As I was walking up the 218 stairs low and behold Mike the Austrian was walking down, I muttered bad words under my breath gobsmacked at how he would know I would be leaving then, I didn't even know I was going to be. He said he'd had a surprise, he had bought me a cake, I declined, my mother always taught me don't accept things from strangers!

I walked to Bhagsu where Mike left as it turns out it is his girlfriend he is with and she was doing a course there and he would get wrong. One word, well two, creepy dickhead.

I wasn't feeling too grand in the lecture of what is life, my eye pain was back, and I started feeling incredibly sick just as we started the yoga. I haven't been feeling 100% well since Saturday. I had arranged to meet Jason for tea at carpe diem as he is going home tomorrow, so I had tea with him and invited Amy the newbie who joined us today. Jason lives in Hong Kong so I'll be seeing him in October. By this point my head was pounding, my sinuses blocked, my eyes excruciating and I felt like the vegetable sizzler I had eaten would be seen very soon again.

I went straight to bed say 9ish and had a fever all night sweats and freezing cold just never sits well, all my joints were aching and I had the poops, I barely slept, the thunder and lightening didn't help which kept sounding like a bomb had been dropped on my balcony every few minutes. Whenever I got up to go to the loo my legs were giving way, I couldn't drink water as it made me sick.

I had been constipated for a few days and had been told to eat a papya a day, a natural laxitive, so I had today and yesterday, which could be the poop reason, but the other symptoms I don't know, I started preparing my own food yesterday so probably poisoned myself so restaurant food from now on, as that hasn't made me ill. Xx