Somehow on Sunday morning I awoke, drained (literally) but feeling like everything was under control. Of course it seemed to be too much for the hotel to book me a cab so I had to walk up the road and try to find one. They were scarce even in the main street as there was a funeral on that day of another taxi driver. So I was feeling really happy about the prospect of having to lug my bag to the airport in 32C heat after the day Id had yesterday. Luckily I managed to find one. He took me back to the hotel to pick up my bag and then off we went to the airport. I was so tentative about what could possibly happen as I sat and waited for my flight. Somehow I got through the wait and the flight. As always, Holly was there to meet me at the airport. On this return, instead of hitting a bar, it was straight home to the recliner!
The next couple of days I spent feeling very ordinary and eating every dry cracker I could find in the house. On Tuesday morning I woke up considerably better. I said to Holly I feel like guacamole and some corn chips...so we headed out for lunch. Wise? Probably not but I never said I was wise. My appetite grew as we arrived at this restaurant Holly wanted to try. No guacamole in sight, only a tequila tasting...as you would expect. For some reason I decided a hamburger was an appropriate substitute for guacamole. And I managed to eat most of it. I refrained though from having any tequila...so as you can see, I was still unwell!
Funnily enough I started to deteriorate quite quickly after the hamburger and woke up the next day thinking this was never going away. My stomach was so unsettled, I was sure you could hear it rumbling just from walking along beside me!! I asked Holly to take me to the local clinic. This clinic, Linea Vital De CR, was very good. The doctor listened to my stomach, I suggested he didnt need his stethoscope. I spent the next 45mins on the drip having a variety of things put into it. Whatever it was calmed my stomach virtually immediately. Armed with a shopping list for the pharmacy, we headed into town, picked up all I needed and headed home. Back into the recliner, I spent the next 4-5 days watching movies, reading books and not doing much else. It took until the following Monday until I felt well enough to venture out.
I headed out and felt so good to be in the fresh air and on the beach again. I was catching the bus though and not walking home up heartbreak hill at this stage, but feeling considerably better and ready to make the most of my last week and a half in Costa Rica :(!
Due to the topic of this post there are naturally no related photos so I have included a couple more of Bocas del Torro.
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