Monday, May 7, 2012

Tale of Two Birthdays

A very satisfying Tamizh New Years had just come to a happy ending. Appa and A had just made it early in the morning just in time for the Puja. I had successfully taken an off from work. Also, my very first attempt at making Paruppu Vadai was a great success. While basking in its glory, I had managed to eat up more than my quota of vadai and payasam. It was now time for a good afternoon siesta, the weekend had just begun.

The next day I was meeting Soms for lunch and I had a shopping trip planned with A later in the evening. After washing down oats noodles and mushroom soup with Maaza and Minute Maid – Apple Flavour, I was set for my next outing with A. We were dead tired at the end of our shopping extravaganza. Dinner was  Bread Channa at a famous Chaat Shop.

What followed Bread Channa on that dreadful Saturday night is not something that I will forget anytime soon. I was up at 2am on a Sunday morning with a sudden urge to throw up. The last time something like this had happened was almost half a decade ago when I had overstuffed myself with Molaga Bajji at Besant Nagar Beach.

This was the beginning of a weeklong exercise; the visits of the washbasin and bathroom did not cease. Amma started her Mission Home Remedies starting with Kanji, Jeera Water and Inji Kashayam. Whatever went in made its way out automatically; trust me even water was not spared. When Amma’s home remedies were declared Epic Fails, Perima decided to send in hers; Black Grapes boiled in water and some kanji made from sabudana. My maid said wash your hair and it was meant to cool my body. She made me swallow black tea with a juice of half a lemon.  Some God sent Angel suggested Arrow Root, which actually gave me much needed respite.

If this wasn’t enough I was subjected to a diatribe on “why I should be the one feeding Amma Multivitamins and not the other way around" by my family doctor.

Monday dawned and I was still clutching my stomach like it would fall out right now. I spent the next two days working from home and the next two days wailing away to glory about my incessant stomach pain. By this time, the news of my stomach infection had spread to my mom’s office. Her branch head wanted me to see a **very good** doctor near their office. I said I’d rather stay put at home.

One of these days during the 2nd week of April was my Star Birthday. Yeah, I celebrate two birthdays in a year. So on that day I was given an allowance of one teaspoon Paal Payasam. I mean, tell me who undergoes so much torture in the name of Stomach Infection / Food Poisoning or whatever you’d like to call it.

Three weeks later, I feel a little better. Little because, every time I think am feeling better, my body decides to prove me otherwise, like a couple of days back when my stomach ache got me throwing up in the rest room after 3days of normalcy. Weird stuff I tell you.
The medicines or the food did not dishearten me; the fact that I couldn’t eat chocolate on my own birthday had me upset for an entire week.
Amma thinks; somebody has cast an evil eye on me, Soms thinks; it’s a serious case of stomach gone awry. But Me thinks: about food all the time.

PS: I had Nutella and Roti last Saturday, that should keep me going for another two weeks.
PS1: For all you folks who wondered if a Stomach Infection can be this sickening, yes it is.
PS2: Thanks to the sick phase of my life, Amma lost 3kilos.
PS3: I did lose a couple of kilos and I’ve learnt to accept liquefied curd rice as heavenly food.

And yeah, this is what it looks like, 75% liquid – 25% rice.

Peace Out


Swati Murti said...

hi Sandhya...that was pretty bad experience!! I never knew food poisoning can be that horrible...I did have one when I was in school eons ago but it went away in a day!!! hope you are feeling fine now :)

Sandhya Iyer said...

Hey Swati, thanks for dropping by! Yeah, food poisoning can be crazy at times.. Am doing much better now :)