When I came to Delhi, I knew it wasn't a question of "if" I got sick. It was really a matter of "when." That day, my friends, is today. My stomach feels like there's an alien in it, and I'm pretty sure that I have a fever. In fact, I know that I have a fever of 100.2°F because I have a thermometer, and I just checked it. I had big plans to go to the Red Fort, but I think that's going to turn into rolling around in bed and watching "The Wire." It sucks to be sick this early in the trip, but I'm hoping that means that I won't get sick again. I also have this fear that I have a parasite. I've been to quite a few countries with less than stellar water infrastructure, so I wouldn't be surprised if I do. And I've definitely been relatively liberal with my use of tap water. I've brushed my teeth with tap water from Israel, the DR and India. I chugged a glass of tap water in Tel Aviv at a hostel because I wasn't really thinking. I definitely could have gotten a bug from anywhere, honestly, but here's hoping that I don't have a bug living in my belly. (And Mom, please don't freak out. I'll be fine. I promise.)
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