A list of symptoms

So I've been pretty sick this past week. I began my ritual of symptoms with some exciting constipation. I took some pepto bismol tablets, then since that didn't work I went to a catholic nunnery hospital where three sisters lived. One of the sisters was a doctor, or something like that, and she gave me a delicious milk of magnesia mixture with great new MINT FLAVOR! It's delicious I assure you. Also on my list of remedies were papaya and plantains. So at the nunnery the doctor/sister climbed onto the roof and with the swing of a long stick she detached two large papayas from their resting place and caught them. Mind you she was about 90lbs, 5'1" and wearing a dress. I took these and some Indian tea to help get the motion back in my expulsion. This adventure was not had alone I was accompanied with a priest Fr. Arocki Doss from Alagapasamuthiram the village I had been staying at for a couple days previously, trying to get the feel for village life talk with some of our students who were there for the Pongol holiday and learn about Pongol too. Post constipation I went on a 3 hour motorbike ride with Fr. Arocki Doss to a village called Periayanayakiammal, close to our great leader Mathews' village in Eraiyur. I didn't know this until returning to Chenglepett with new stomach symptoms. So we took a beautiful bumpy ride through the paddy fields, past rural villages, alongside the red and white government buses until finally arriving at a home of Fr.'s family friends. It was a small shanty, thatched roof, green cement walls, a modest government issued TV and some calendars. This was a Muslim area, so my vannakkam turned into salum alaikum and then in the Hindu areas namaste. How am I going to be able to keep track of these changes as we scoot along the roadways? So we gather Helen (a student Fr. sponsors to go to Computer college) and head further to Periayanayakiammal. On the way we get a liter of water that I desperately need and some batteries that work for about 5 photos. Batteries in developing Asian countries don't ever work, bring stock of whatever you need and always have your spares. We arrive at the church, our destination for a huge mass and bazaar with about 5,000 people or so. Helen and I buy extravagant jewels and hair ties for about $2 until we go to take some photos. I am feeling the effects of dehydration at this point, no matter how much bottled water I drink it doesn't seem to be enough and after getting a personal entrance to the otherwise closed church the symptoms intensify. I am dizzy, struggling to walk, and nauseous. I miraculously reach Fr. Arocki Doss to ask him to lay down for a moment, but that moment turns into a nice sit on a western style toilet, thanks goodness for not having to squat at that moment. I stumbled back to him and then after taking a few more sips of water I'm back on the pot. Now with a super headache where my head feels detached at my spinal cord with my brain floating around like a balloon, someone I have to return the 3 hours on motorbike to my rat poop infested quarters in the church of Miracles. I manage to convince myself I'm good enough to get on the bike, but the next three hours seemed like an eternity, with stops for petrol, tea, juice, club soda, and water the instant remedies for recovery were completely useless. I just pictured myself in a horizontal position asleep and somehow with my head covered in a sheer white shawl, eyes closed, gripping to the bike I made it and was in another world once my feet were off the floor. Needless to say I was quite sick for the next few days, including today. I've started a hydrochloride treatment thanks to a walmart purchase, but if it doesn't help, then onto the natural herbal remedies Indian medicine has to offer. So, Chengelpett for the next few days for as much R&R and I can bear even if it isn't voluntary.