I am not sure why I thought I could avoid the dreaded Indian food poisoning that befalls most travelers here. They say there is quite different flora & fauna in the water here that drastically can effect the digestive track.
Well, I say that is the effing understatement of the year.
Seriously, the only thing worse that ever happened to my guy was chemo. And honestly, I am not sure chemo was all that much worse, just far longer. Both have had very similar effects.
But I tried to steal myself and do the intestinal prep work needed to avoid this occurrence. I started taking high level probiotics to build up a force field of resistance to any foreign invader onslaught. I only ate “safe foods” for the first few days I was here. And most of all I just thought I was different, that I could somehow be better than some odd stuff in the water.
Yes, I have apparently not been able shed all that dreaded sense of American Exceptionalism that infects the minds and persona of most Americans – home & abroad – just as my gut was infected. But just like America and Americans are no more exceptional than anyone else on the planet, neither am I.
So for the time being my new mantra in India is “No More Street Food, No More Street Food…”, no matter how delicious is looks or smells. And for anyone who has been here before can attest, it really does look and small amazing. But it was my downfall, so until my stomach properly adjusts, I can not partake, as I can not take four days in bed and the loss of many pounds — pounds that I can hardly spare to lose — again.
Now to finally go out and explore more of India again. I’ve missed it.