Bad Water

I finally figured it out. The Universe made it so apparently clear yesterday. The source of all my ills: bad water. Yesterday I had lunch with a nice Indian woman who said that she drank the local water in Calcutta and almost died. Her digestive track has never been the same. That afternoon, taking it kind of easy due to my ongoing stomach ache, I read my astrologyzone.com horoscope for the month of December. It said: watch out for bad water in the month of December. I woke up this morning with the continued stomach ache remembering all the water they made me drink when I had some tests run at a local hospital earlier in the month. Then I remembered the awful stomach ache I had for a few days afterwards, though at the time I thought that it was suspect buffet. So now I’m about to dose myself with some antibiotics to see if that’ll work. Let’s hope that Lonely Planet’s recommendations are correct.


In the meantime, it’s turnover time here at the Institute. The December group is leaving as the January group is beginning to arrive. I still must find a new place to live. My list of projects-that-I-was-going-to-accomplish-in-India remains basically untouched. The thought of a list of New Year’s Resolutions popped into my head yesterday. It’s time to act because time is ticking regardless of my belly rumbles. So the Sunday plan is to go to Koregan Park and sit at the large beautiful swimming pool in the shade drinking fresh lime sodas and eating curd (to counteract those antibiotics). Maybe I’ll work on my New Year’s Resolutions after I read the Sunday newspaper and hope that medical magic will leaving me feeling revived to tackle my lists on Monday