Crock O'Shite

The front seat of Chris's car is probably the most comfy chair I've sat on in a year (the rear ones being in the most uncomfortable category) So I was actually enjoying the 40 minute ride to Seririt.

Once there we turned off the main road to Singaraja, under an archway up a lovely bougainvillea lined lane to a brand new facility - The Building of Pain. Well not really but that's how Rumah Sakit translates literally. It is in fact a very nice hospital. I am accompanied by our sweet masseuse Masiti for introductions and translation services although my sedikit bahasa is sufficient. I'd missed the bit where she told them I'm 30 (I love her).

Only a couple of other personal details were written down, Amanda, Female. OK hop on the gurney.

They take temperature and note it's high - 38.8. Mmm, yes, that why I'm here although it has at least come down a degree. BP 90/60 - strewth they think, that's low. Strewth I think, that's high. They believe me.

Then they very expertly take a phial of my best red stuff and say just rest for 1/2 hr. Wonderful. This is also the most comfortable I have been for a long time.

I look up. Its lovely pristine cream walls and ceilings are joined by a delicate plaster cornice. I could be in England... Except for in this beautiful brand new edifice to health and technology there are three black dots on the ceiling approximately 3.5 inches NE of where the pole is now holding up the curtain. And when they do draw the curtains round me so I can read my good book in peace, now the sweet doctors and nurses can't get round the back of the desk without significant imposition into my bay. Which of course all of them have to constantly. I love Bali.

Results ready. Not low enough to tell - come back and do it again tomorrow. OK.

So I do, on my own this time as I'm deemed capable of communication. Oh you should understand I have a driver of course.

Results - you're fine, bye.

My fever has now being going on for 6 days and I yo-yo between so, so cold, shaking like one of those little plastic toys you get in crackers that hop all over the table going clackety-clack until they fall on the floor, to a rather good imitation of a raclette stone - tzsssszzz!!

I think they've told me I haven't got dengue or typhus or malaria but no idea what it is just hope the drugs kick in soon (even if Adrian googled one lot and they're for beriberi eek).