The Indian Health Care System

The contents of this post are not for the faint of heart....
So last week on Wednesday our group arrived in the rural village of Kuppayanallur. Unfortunately, for the first 3 days, me and my lovely roomates Megan and Hannah were sick. By lunch on the first day I was in the bathroom vomitting everything that was inside of me, which continued then for the next 18 hours. Megan and Hannah followed suit shortly afterward, and we spent the night taking turns in front of the toilet. Unfortunately for Hannah, at one point she found herself "ankle-deep in sink" because our sink fell off of the wall in the bathroom. I had sort of dislodged it earlier when I needed to grab onto it as I puked my brains out, and I forgot to tell Hannah about that. I heard the crash but slept through the whole episode. Apparently there were like six men in our room trying to fix it. I have no memory of this.

Early the next morning our adult leader Rita had one of the Jesuits, Brother Bruno take us to a nearby hospital. (Nearby being 15km away). I was so nervous because I thought that in foreign countries doctors stole tourists' organs or something, but the hospital was really really nice and very clean. Kevin came with and we were made all better by the wonderful medical staff.

Before I left my Dad told me to try all the different kinds of local foods, but since this happened I've sort of stopped being adventurous with food. I've mostly eaten bananas, but I did try papaya today. It was delicious.