Re: Don’t give me the shits.

Posted by Grant Short on Oct 26, 2014; 6:40pm
URL: http://sundownersadventures.385.s1.nabble.com/Don-t-give-me-the-shits-tp5707032p5707051.html

On my original overland (P19) we had arrived in Lahore: my diary reads .....

Woke up with the craps. Bad news, no breakfast, off on city tour to Mosque, Red Fort, Shalimar Gardens. Nearly died, felt really shithouse. No Lunch, no dinner. Take Tim to UCH Hospital. Quiet night waiting for riots to start. Shits easing now. Thank God

The courier (Gary Nuttall) and I decided that a fellow pax (Tim) was getting to state where some medical intervention was needed and so we set of for the hospital in Lahore  .....

Tim recalls .......

"My recollection is a lot worse. I don’t recall ever feeling as bad as I did that day. I thought I was going to die in a pile of pooh in Pakistan! What a way to go.
I recall a very rough ride in a motorised trishaw taxi, through abandoned streets due to the curfew, holding my stomach and hoping not to shit myself. Once we got to the hospital I was taken in to a treatment room while you went off to register me. Your last words to me were “don’t let the bastards give you anything til I get back”, or words to that effect.
Well a couple of stomach cramps later and I would have let them do anything, so I offered no resistance when they stuck a needle full of something in to me to stop the cramps – God knows what it was. You then reappeared and informed me that if anyone asked, my father’s name was Stanley. Apparently you had to fill in some admission forms which included a question about my father so you took a stab at “Stanley”, which by chance was actually my grandfather’s name. You were most annoyed that I had allowed them to give me an injection of something and demanded to know what it was.
Anyway, thanks to you, all was well and I survived, and after another bumpy trishaw ride back to the hotel I eventually recovered.
I owe you one, big fella!"