We went to see a cool performance called the Barong, or lion, dance. You can search about, but basically it’s about a battle between good and evil spirit. The characters mostly performed in enigmatic, spiritual costumes that represent significant spiritual figures, accompanied by the gamelan orchestra. That’s another one you can search about. My mom noticed how some of them, particularly the humans in the performance, were dressed in the traditional Balinese clothes. It is possible for anyone to get their picture taken in these traditional Balinese clothes. So we made a quick stop on the way home to do that. We all dressed ourselves up, or rather, had people dressed us up. We got some pictures taken professionally. Although the photo result could have been better in my opinion, it was a cool experience.
We came home, and I decided to swim in the hotel pool and chill on the beach. About around this time, my stomach started to feel queasy again. To top it off, I was drinking a bottle of beer. This was a bad idea, because I just became a victim of food poisoning from the lunch in the previous day. That night, I started to feel it even more. In fact, it got so bad that everyone decided that I should see a doctor in a hospital.
My family took me to an international hospital. They didn’t really helped much, and they were clearly charging a lot of money for me to stay for 2 hours. Even though I found the hospital bed to be surprisingly comfortable, they decided it would be best if I try a “cheaper” hospital. There, I was diagnosed. The prognosis was that I became the unfortunate one to eat bad food and got food poisoning. By that time, I’ve taken 2 different kinds of medicine. Of course I was still in pain, since the drugs’ effect didn’t kick in until later. The doctor gave me an option for a faster remedial result, via needle injection. I didn’t even think twice and agreed on it. Little did I know, it wasn’t like the typical shot you’d get on your arm. It was closer to my wrist, right on the biggest vein they could find. They popped in this thing that allows multiple injections, because my medicine involved 2 injections. The pain was way more than the stomach. For a moment, the pain trade places. After a minute of numbness, it was back to the stomach. Amazingly, it took less than 3 minutes for me to feel the effect of the medicine. After a little more rest, I was released. We all went home, and I rested early.
My family took me to an international hospital. They didn’t really helped much, and they were clearly charging a lot of money for me to stay for 2 hours. Even though I found the hospital bed to be surprisingly comfortable, they decided it would be best if I try a “cheaper” hospital. There, I was diagnosed. The prognosis was that I became the unfortunate one to eat bad food and got food poisoning. By that time, I’ve taken 2 different kinds of medicine. Of course I was still in pain, since the drugs’ effect didn’t kick in until later. The doctor gave me an option for a faster remedial result, via needle injection. I didn’t even think twice and agreed on it. Little did I know, it wasn’t like the typical shot you’d get on your arm. It was closer to my wrist, right on the biggest vein they could find. They popped in this thing that allows multiple injections, because my medicine involved 2 injections. The pain was way more than the stomach. For a moment, the pain trade places. After a minute of numbness, it was back to the stomach. Amazingly, it took less than 3 minutes for me to feel the effect of the medicine. After a little more rest, I was released. We all went home, and I rested early.
