What battle rage inside my insides
Trip Start Apr 17, 2006
44Trip End Jun 14, 2006
Map your own trip!
Show trip route
He saw me almost immediately, and once I'd explained my predicament he lay me down and started drumming on my stomach. It sounded alarmingly hollow. Should one's guts sound hollow or not? Still, looking for a silver lining to the cloud that had settled itself tenaciously over my head, I did reflect that my bowels had a pleasing acoustic quality, a small comfort should I have to come to terms with this ailment on a permanent basis
He gave me a small sheet of paper with a "dieta astringenta" printed upon it. I was to eat boiled carrots, mashed banana, grated apple, toast, and quince jelly (this translation, courtesy of my dictionary, did not help me - do you know what "quince" is?), and drink only mineral water. I left swearing to stick to the diet religiously. Passing a bakery a few metres down the road decided that a nice danish pastry was just what I needed to cheer myself up.
That afternoon, I got fed up of being fed up and decided to vists Nono's principle attraction, the Museo Rocsen, a warehouse attractively packed to the hilt with every different sort of object you could possibly care to present. Sadly, I was in no fit state to enjoy it or, indeed, its toilets, and decided on reflection that being fed up was probably the best option for the time being.
I returned to the old grandma's home and boiled myself up a nice meal of carrots followed by mashed banana, before presenting myself to my bed, which after last night was hoping never to see me again. I awoke in the night feeling horrendous, downed a paracetamol, and bored of lying in bed feeling terrible, decided (quite innocently, as it happens) to take a trip to the bathroom - a fortunate course of events, for when I got there, I immediately threw up the paracetamol and undigested remains of my bizzare dinner. At this point I decided that I really wasn't having fun.