Well I have been living it up in the village for 10 months now and other than a few bouts of irritable bowel syndrome and one hangover I have been spared anything serious until Friday morning.
Woke up Friday morning needing to run to the bathroom. After about 5 similar trips in the next couple of hours started to feel nauseous and couldn't eat breakfast. Stomach started to feel as if it was filling up quickly even though it was empty. Next I started to get waves of nausea followed by sweating profusely and shallow breaths. The 3rd or fourth wave don't really remember I blacked out for a few seconds and my arms and hands got all tingly. I managed to stagger outside to ask my wife to drive me to the hospital. She took one good look at me in the light of day and quickly helped me into the truck.
Ended up driving me to the nearest Hospital about 25 minutes out. The cool AC in the truck helped a little and by the time we got there I felt slightly better. My wife drove me right up to the ambulance drop off area and helped me out of the truck. They must get a lot of falang heart attacks out here because they took me in ASAP right to the front of the line!
Laid me down on a bed and did the normal workup. Blood sugar...perfect. Blood pressure....Fine. Hooked me up to a heart monitor to make sure I wasn't in cardiac arrest.....Heart looks great nice and strong.
Doctor ends up giving me an IV for dehydration with a anti nausea medicine in the drip. And oh yeah the male nurse missed the vein on his 1st attempt and had to try again on the other hand but no problem my veins don't stick out.
2 hours later IV finished I walk out of the ER with freshly re-hydrated blood and a bag of anti nausea pills. Total cost 240 baht!!! Would have cost $1000 fuckin dollars in the US with no insurance.
So I get back in the truck and my wife drives down to the market to pick up a few things. She leaves my sorry looking ass in the truck. While waiting for her to get back got another wave and was drenched in sweat. She comes back and starts to pull the truck away. I try to tell her to stop and I try to get out of the truck but only manage to get the door half open before I puke my brains out all down the door panel and the ground. So now I am wretching and dry heaving in front of a bunch of Thai shoppers who are trying to not look at the dying falang.
After that I felt a little better and managed to make it back home. Slept most of the rest of that day.
So here it is Sunday night and I just started to eat. 3 days with no food and little water. Stomach is still a mess but now its the opposite. Stomach is making all kinds of funny noises but no poop to pop. I figure I lost about 3 or 4 kilo's in 3 days. Not a bad diet!
Not a fun experience. Food poisoning? Stomach virus? Fuck if I know.