I really should be posting something about my job and current experiences thus far, but this is more fun.
So far, there are only a few minor mistakes I’ve made in my time here in India. The first is that I may or may not have been eating street food the entire time I’ve been working. Why? Because we usually eat in the office, and someone else orders from who knows where. Ok, they know where, and it’s someplace they’re comfortable with, but of course my immune/digestive system is not accustomed to it. But judging from my bosses’ reaction to what I’d been eating – frog eyes and “Seriously?!?” – maybe it’s something I should’ve been more careful about. And then there was that time he put his foot down about me eating bhelpuri. Evidently our ‘of council’ got typhoid and all his hair turned white from eating it someplace on the street, and he’s probably got more of an iron stomach than I have. So no more of that for me, even though it’s delicious. Of course I didn’t get smarmy about how I took the live typhoid vaccine so I’d be inoculated for the next five years, thanks very much – because why take a risk? I could get e coli instead.
I have been careful not to drink the water. I’ve been doing all the right things as far as brushing my teeth with the bottled stuff and not eating raw things unless they are fruits with a thick peel, like bananas. But then there’s the chutneys, which I didn’t really think much about until recently. I should probably have been more careful of those, since I’m not sure quite what is in them – or how much, if any, fresh stuff (especially herbs) they contain. Coriander is delicious, but it might be a bit of a risk. However, despite all this, I haven’t gotten myself sick yet, at least as far as digestion goes.
What I have done is had the worst allergy attack in quite some time merely due to the change in climates. For a single day, I went through a box and a half of tissues, which is bad, even for me. I took antihistamines up to the hilt, which didn’t really help much. And I didn’t epi pen myself, as I could breathe just fine – I was just sneezing up a storm. Thankfully, for that eventuality I came prepared – three boxes worth of tissues, family size, stuffed into separate ziplocks. And they ended up having plenty of tissues for sale here, in this very metropolitan city. Even have toilet paper!
Additionally, tonight, I may have gotten my co-worker drunk. I’ve been craving just a sit-down someplace with people to hang out, and I finally convinced at least a few people to go with me tonight. Of course, this meant me advocating for it for half the week, the girls in the office being excited in the office and seemingly willing to join me, another bunch saying they ‘don’t drink’ and me convincing them that my company and appreciation are worth a slightly pricy lime juice, and then half the cast dropping out last minute. But, there were two other girls still willing to go – after a suitable amount of time hanging around, waiting – and then some shopping on the way, because who doesn’t need more chapatas? – and then some serious confusion and walking around dazedly when we got separated.
But my one drinker and my one non drinker eventually crowded into the only available table at the back of a small restaurant/bar on the main strip. And it was lovely – cool, dimly lit, and only just a little loud. My drinking buddy decided she didn’t know what she wanted, and I was the resource as the oh-so-cultured foreigner. So. I suggested something with rum. She thought maybe she wanted to try tequila – a shot of it in fact. I counter suggested getting some food into her stomach first, and explained the concept of a shot. Eventually we decided on some strawberry soda concoction with tequila in it. Very fruit, very sweet, and possibly too much for her, even with a mound of noodles, a fact of which I was only aware when we stood to leave and she started traipsing off through the crowd, a mad cackle on her lips. Luckily, I was able to leave her in the care of my non drinking buddy as far as making sure she got on the right train.
As far as my usual habits, I haven’t fallen into anything obnoxious, I haven’t broken myself too badly, and I haven’t had any negative interactions with glass or fire. One evening in particular the snails were out in force and I may or may not have stepped on one and crushed it to death in the dark, but I continue to hope it was just a crunchy leaf or something. Oh yeah – I did explode my water heater. Turns out you aren’t supposed to leave this particular type turned on without the water running – the connecting fittings get to hot and can snap off. I think you can even rupture the tank eventually with the pressure that builds up, but thankfully I didn’t get that far. Thankfully it also popped off while both me and my landlord were home, so he was able to shut off the water almost instantly when I came banging on the door.
Lastly, I discovered today that honey in India has a high concentration of lead. Not sure how high, but you can bet I’m going to be checking out the symptoms of lead poisoning online and will be finding something else to go with my pb in the mornings.