Ruts develop quickly and my eating patterns were in one. There are my favorite street vendors and a favorite Thai place called Noodi. Time to find a new place, I thought, so I went to a Chinese one by the Skytrain stop for a noon meal yesterday. About 3pm I went for a $9. two hour Thai massage (Yes, I know it's hard living here). About 30 minutes into the massage I recognized the, all too familiar, signs of food poisoning. I ended the massage and headed back to my room for the famaliar, 'afraid I'm going to die, afraid I'm not going to die' routine. At least I was in a place where people spoke English next to a great hospital unlike last year in Kunming, China.
Stanley Olson, my college philosophy professor, illustrated the plasticity of time by contrasting an hour with one's girl friends with an hour in philosphy class. He was correct and when food poisoning strikes time stops! But, I lived to tell about it and I'm fine today. Had planned to attend an evening worship service yesterday at the Guesthouse sponsored by a local congreation but it was when I was at my sickest.
All cats in Thailand are Siamese.
3 comments:
hope you are feeling better. love reading about your trip.
neil and marilyn swanson
love hearing about your trip. take care and be safe.
neil and marilyn swanson
Neil & Marilyn,
Thanks for the comment. It lead me to your blog. So sorry to hear about Bree's illness. It's very difficult when children are sick. I do hope and pray for quick recovery. Thanks, too, for keeping us on your Christmas Card list. And, Yes, I feel much better.
Al
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