Here we go and go and go again

On Friday night, to forget about the dramatics of the day, we went out to dinner with some people from our hotel. The restaurant is perched high on a cliff overlooking the bay with a magnificent view of the yachts and fishing boats. The full moon and the lights around the bay glistened in the water forming wonderful lines of light.
Joanne started with a large salad – mistake!!!!!! I do not know if this is a reoccurrence of the previous sickness or a new food poisoning.

I have; moaned about this because I was in so much pain, been angry about this because I missed my deep sea fishing trip and cried about this because I felt sorry for myself. So what else is left other than to laugh about it?
Montezuma has sent his very own “off spring” to have a roller derby tournament in my intestines!!! Or at least that’s what it feels like.
All joking aside, our friends here at the hotel, have been wonderful all weekend. Dick and Karen offering grapefruit seed extract, Bev and Pete, Chamomile Tea. Neither worked. Even the owner came by and said anything I needed they would get for me.
Day three, I am defeated and can’t beat Montezuma so agree to go to a doctor.

Doctor One (Names not mentioned to protect the guilty) Recommended by the hotel – We get an appointment for 10:30. Now… you have to understand that for three days, I haven’t eaten anything, I am very weak and stagger to the car for the appointment. We get there on time...he is not only NOT there but won’t be until 5pm because it is a holiday. WHAT … A HOLIDAY HAS BEEN DECLARED IN THE PAST 2 HOURS SINCE WE MADE THE APPOINTMENT! Urghhhhhhh!

Doctor Two- Will manages to find the office of Dr. number two recommended by the hotel……because the first one was such a success!! I stagger into this hallway and eventually am met by a large red haired Mexican girl who speaks not one…and I mean not one word of English. She mutters something to me and hands me a phone. It is the Dr who says she is at a hotel and would I like to come there. Confused, you bet, and she senses that. She says she is caring for two patients there and I can come there or come back to her office in an hour and a half. I choose the later rather than risk having an examination in a hotel lobby. Hey... it could happen people!
We go back to the hotel….wait for an hour…then go back!
She is late! Oh excuse me, no not late, just on Mexican time. Manjuana! She phones to apologize. Nice!
After a very thorough examination, I am very impressed with her until she says….. you are “very shriveled”! I think, hey watch it sister! I just turned sixty and am a little sensitive about aging. She sees my expression and rephrases, “very dehydrated”!
She further explains that I have very inflamed and swollen bowels from a bad infection. It is probably a re-occurrence from the first time. I must eat but only clear or white foods for three days. I tell her that food doesn’t appeal to me she sternly says “YOU MUST”!
Off we go, RX in hand, for antibiotics, anti diarrhea and pedialite!
Drugged up, back at the hotel, I plan the menus for the next three days so Will can shop for the ingredients.
Breakfast -½ cup chicken broth, maybe ½ slice of toast.
Lunch- a couple of tablespoons of boiled white rice.
Dinner-1/4 cup of runny mashed potatoes and if I have room after this feast a ¼ cup of Jello lite…yummy…NOT!
And did I mention…the pediolite , for those of you who have ever had a colonoscopy, tastes like the prep drink!
All this wonderful gourmet food to experience gut wrenching pain and nausea.
Hey, always find the silver lining, if I continue on this diet I will be a shadow of my former self.
( Ya right! I wish! Like that’s going to happen!)