he said: You need to stop reading the health and dangers sections of the Lonely Planet. You're just going to scare yourself.
she said: No, what's going to happen is if something happens to you I'll know what to do. If I get sick though... I'm dead.
Considering our tendency to eat whatever is put in front of us it's incredible we made it as long as we did with nothing more then a bit of indigestion. And then came the sickness...
It started around 18:30. I was cooking some pasta after diving and she was resting after a brutal first day of climbing. At first glance I was fairly certain she had heat exhaustion but she was under the fan and taking in lots of water so I figured it would be fine in a few hours. Boy oh boy, was I ever wrong!
Once the actual getting sick commenced I started leaning towards food poisoning. I knew there wasn't much I could do other than keep her comfortable and keep her drinking fluids. In my head I was doing a little dance. This was one of the first days that we hadn't had lunch together so I'm thinking that I'm completely in the clear.
Fast forward to 23:00. My eyes pop open and I run to the bathroom. Begin 720 minutes of wishing for death.
Never Again Please.
Since, according to the books and various online resources, most stomach bugs/food poisoning/dysentery clear up on their own within 48 hours, the best thing to do is rest and keep hydrated (thankfully this was our course).
If after the first 24 hours nothing is staying in, it's time to visit the nearest clinic, or if that's impossible, start a course of the emergency antibiotics in your med kit. Which you packed because you read that section of the Lonely Planet.
Stop pointing out all my faults and give the people what they want, pictures. YAY, PICTURES!
Hello Med Kit: