04/08/2010

Beer cures all . .

An eggy mess it was. I went to class and just had to sit and watch the yoga while Sivadas was chucking minging orange dialyte down me and lemon tea, I thought I was going to throw it all up, it was disgusting. Sivadas had diagnosed me before I even told him. He announced the question to me after chanting,(which always cracks me up) 'Vicky what is wrong, I will tell you what is wrong you are constipated, gases, joint aches/pains, bla bla (he said actual words here) due to your stress and restlessness, hyperactivity' so I was like ' no, I actually have the s***s plus all the other things and a fever' but to be fair it was going to be 50/50 as to whether I had constipation or poops in India. So I wasn't too impressed by him trying to be impressive in front of everyone. He then went on to try to convince me to go to hospital as he was adamant I had a parasite, the silly sausage.

So in my din dins me and Amy walked to Bhagsu for an Israeli breakfast and wandered up the waterfall, totally against everything I should be doing when ill. I'm just a constant hunger though as everything I eat is straight out.

After class a few of us went to Carpe Diem. I had two veg soup and garlic breads, followed by sharing 3beers with Will, and that is how I overcame the poops. Xx