Digital Nomads

First trip to India, and I made the mistake of eating a samosa from the street. That’s a rookie mistake you’ll only make one time. Later that evening I was at my friend’s house, puking and shitting my guts out. I didn’t know which end of my body to point at the toilet. After everything finally evacuated I laid naked in the cold tile floor, my face in the lining of my stomach, and my friends announced that we were going to hospital. They picked me up off the floor, showered and dressed me, then carried me two blocks to the local doctors’s office. He saw me immediately and diagnosed food poisoning, of course. Incredulous of the quick disposition I asked, “but how do you know? Do you need blood tests?” to which he replied: “I looked at you!” Good enough. They gave me a shot of Zofran, which was life-changing, and a bag of fluids, which my body absorbed in minutes. Less than one hour later we were out the door. My friend paid the doctor’s fee, 800 rupees, about $10 at the time. The pharmacy gave me a bag of drugs for about $3.

In the US this would have been $3,000.