Kochi to Alleppy

Trip Start Apr 10, 2006
Trip End ??? ??, 2007

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Thursday, April 27, 2006

It was past midday before we arrived in the hospital, by which time, and after the ride there, i was feeling mostly ok anyway. The hospital wasn't as bad as you might be able to imagine, but it was almost. Paint peeling from the walls, very hot with only the slowest moving of rusty fans for air circulation, people piling out of the front door in slings, bandages and casts, everything going on in one room; from a woman handing out paracetemol in one corner, to potential amputee patients piled up in another.

I had been complaining of sickness and it was deemed best, after one day of delirious fever and two of sickness that i visit the doctor. One of the guys at our guesthouse who had been very helpful so far had his Hondfa Hero outside so offered a lift. Off we went, winding at illegal speeds through the traffic on the dusty streets of Alleppy, past the multitude of rickshaws and boatsmen towards this house of disease and disrepair.

On the plus side, they don't hang around in these Indian Hospitals, there's no five hour minimum wait you might expect from the NHS. Instead, it's straight in, que up for a few minuets, explain that i ad a fever and now can't keep any food down and consequently haven't eaten for three days... get your diagnosis. How accurate this diagnosis is is anybodys guess, i don't even think the doctor understood a word i was saying apart from fever.

So anyway, it was time to get what was coming to me, which turned out to be a shot in each arm of i have no idea what and a brown paper bag full of two different types of pills to be taken in the morning and at night. Whatever they injected me with, they were dolling out like business cards at a city brokers convention. They had big open pots of the stuff which they stuck (hopefully sterile) needles into, and then jabbed them into each of my arms.

My arms were slowly turning numb on the ride back to the guesthouse, which (as i needed them to hang on to the improbably maneuverable Honda i was riding) would have worried me if i wasn't also mildly high from whatever i had just been dosed with. We made it back to the guesthouse, i walked to the room, took a couple of these blue and brown pills i'd just paid a very reasonable nine roupies for and passed out...
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