Dehli Belly…In Connecticut?
January 2nd, 2008
They say coming down with a case of “Dehli belly” is pretty much a rite of passage for Americans traveling to India. Even if you do your best to drink only bottled water, avoid eating from street vendors and such, you’re bound to get sick at some point — so I’ve read plenty about.
As such, I’m fully stocked with all the pills and potions to treat said belly of Dehli (or in this case, Chennai). Only, I didn’t think I’d need to bust into the stash before the trip. Anyway, long story short, I spent New Year’s Day sick and bunched up in a corner of my couch. Which is a cruel joke from above, considering I barely drank on New Year’s Eve, trying to be the good girl who had so much packing to do the next day. I tried to blame Danton and his New Year’s shrimp cocktail, but considering I’m the only one who got sick that night (that is, sick in the non-hangover kind of way) I think it’s just a virus.
God has a wicked sense of humor. Either he’s giving me a preview of what’s to come, or getting it out of my system now so as to spare me in India. Well played, God. Well played. I hope I’m better by tomorrow.
