You'd think ...nothing of real interest or excitment could happen on boat trip hopping over to different coves and beaches enjoying the sunshine and the ciaprinhas. Well, as it turns out I became the excitement folloing our last beach stop. Beach good, water good, sunshine good...but on boat back I was not so good. I passed out, bikini clad and ended up being laid down on the deck with feet up on a bench, coming round to see two Argentinian guys, and a Margaret (of Stuart and Margaret from Toulouse, originally from Kent) staring down at me, askingme if I was OK. I was OK, but one of teh Arginitian chaps was a Dr on vacation with his family,insisted I stayed down with legs elevated..not the most elegant of poses I must say.
Managed to get to port, then onto a bus to the restaurant, but I didn't make it there, instead I ended up fainting a couple more times on road and being taken to the hospital. The hospital being kind of concrete prota cabin. I was eventually seen, my Spanish guided (who spoke no English) explained something (not quite sure what) and I was not exactly processed or triaged. Anyway sawa Dr who spoke some English who explained tat I had had some kind of reaction to a virus...as I was sweating and feverish...but also dehydrated. Anyway I was put on a drip sitting in a small corridor area with the other 5 dehydrated women that day... I good with needle, giving blood etc, but even I conceded the needle was big..The drip was secured witha huge piece of plaster tape and I was left to get on with my bag of glucose for an hour...felt fine afterwards.
Got back to hotel in cab had a nap...and I was right as rain. bit weird the whole reaction, not sure waht I had eaten or drank.. Thank you to Margarent and Stuar for the care and support..really very nice people.!!
ANyway..I'm now off to Times Square, as you may have realised I am now in the big apple with the love of my life...Mr. Buxton.
I'll tell you about my culture shock..when I next right.
Have a nice day
Marcie
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