Nobody thinks of a cucumber as a killer, but I guess I underestimated the power it might have over someone when contaminated with some nasty and horrible bacteria. While the title might be a slight exaggeration as I don’t think my life was actually at risk, the feelings I felt were real. At some points, I was begging god to just take my life because I felt like I was dying a slow death.
Let’s go back to the beginning of 2012. I was living in Chiang Mai at the time, and I just sat down to a nice and lovely Pad Thai dinner. The woman made it fresh right in front of my face and it came to me with the familiar aroma, and the hot steam melting my make up off faster than the humidity in the air was already doing. I had made friends with the random guy sat next me at the market table already, and we ate our meals together. I went home, and went to bed.
The next morning I felt hung over as hell. I searched my brain for a second thinking, did I have beer last night??! Uhm, no. I did nothing. Why do I feel like this? Progressively it advanced to vomiting. Now I was really confused, a bit scared, and VERY uncomfortable because of course, the one time I stay in a dorm, this has to happen to me. At least if I had my own room, it would have been a bit more comfortable.
I was so weak. When I went to go down the street to buy some water, I could only take a few steps at a time before I had to squat down and gather my strength up to keep on going. I was dizzy, feeling faint, and here I was…Trying to walk around town.
Things were looking really grim. I was full-blown ill as fuck for a lack of better words. Thankfully, when staying in a dorm, it’s inevitable to meet people easily, and it was no secret to my roommates that I was very sick. One of guys in the dorm was apparently a doctor from Africa. He was a gem and completely took care of me. He had the right meds on him and he fed me fruit later in the evening since I was too weak to leave the premises again.
Although I was better than next day I was drained. If it wasn’t for my dorm mate helping me, I’m not sure what I would have done.
The second account was when I was in Ubud, Indonesia. I was there for the second time excited to show Dave around. Our first night we had a lovely curry dinner at a restaurant. We ate the SAME curry dish. That night I couldn’t fall asleep. My stomach was bothering me. That progressively turned into violent cramps that left me in tears throughout the night. I kept moving around to try an “ease” my anguish, but it didn’t help. No matter what position I tried, the pain was getting worse.
Unfortunately I kept poor Dave up nearly all night, because I couldn’t stop moving around in pain while weeping. I wanted my life to be over, but there was nothing we could do until morning. I was hoping with all my might that perhaps it was constipation, this would have been a dream! I even made Dave go get me some pill first thing in the morning. I knew deep down that wasn’t it. The pain, the cramps, the feeling of weakness overcame me and I broke down and admitted I needed a doctor.
Dave found us a taxi and luckily Ubud is a modern town with a clinic down the street. I couldn’t stand up straight due to the cramps and limped around like the hunchback. I was crying in the waiting room because the cramps and pain inside we so horrible.
Thankfully a good thing about getting sick abroad in countries like these is that the medical care isn’t half bad, and is cheap. I walked into the clinic and was speaking to a doctor in perfect English within 15 minutes of waiting.
He immediately got me on a IV drip, but not before I had a breakdown. He told me I needed to lie flat on my back with my arm up. I literally couldn’t untuck my knees from chest. It was impossible. Tears are streaming down my face. My muscles were so badly spasmed and cramped. Eventually I twisted around so he could get a good grip on my arm for the needle, but with my knees still near to my chest.
He gave me all kind of pills for relaxing my muscles that had been cramped and strained for at least 12 hours by this point and some “piss water,” as I call it, for electrolytes. I began feeling better within 10 minutes. I was able to lay almost completely flat. I remained there until I felt strong enough to leave.
He left me with three prescriptions, and I was in no condition to gripe about taking pills. I was truly suffering, so I was taking whatever the hell he told me to. The doctor visit and 2 weeks worth of three different pills cost me about $90 USD. I gladly paid and went home.
I’m not one to like taking medication and I tried to go without my meds the next day because “I was feeling much better.” I proved my self wrong and started immediately reverting to crouching over in pain from cramps. I took my pills.
When the pills were done, things still weren’t normal. I won’t go into detail, but I’m sure you can use your imagination. It took me around 3-4 weeks to get everything back to normal. I have no idea what it was that I was fighting, but it was horrid.
So after these two stories where the hell does a cucumber come in the picture? Both of my meals were hot meals. The first was a Pad Thai, the second was a steaming hot fresh curry in which Dave ate the same exact thing I did. The only thing I ate differently was the cucumber.
Cucumbers are a common garnish in SE Asia. It’s mostly as a palate cleanser and cooler. Your mouth is a bit spicy and after your meal, it cools your tongue off. I like my veggies and my spice, so I always eat mine. Dave didn’t eat his. Again, both of my meals were fresh and hot, and of course, the cucumbers were raw. It HAD to be the cucumber. I haven’t eaten a garnish cumber since the second time I got sick. When I finally put it the cucumber theory together…
Some people might think I’m crazy. It could perhaps not have been the cucumber, but in my head, this is what I have engrained. It’s what makes sense to me. It’s a horrible thing to get sick abroad, I was lucky to have people to help me at the time! I might not have made it as easily without them.
Have you got sick abroad? What did you do? What was it?
Nina Ragusa is an adventurer, messy bun master, breakfast fan, and full-time travel blogger. She’s been abroad since 2011 and blogging on Where in the World is Nina? for nearly as long. Nina helps people like you move around the world while making money. She loves talking about how to work abroad and online to travel longer!