We have now left the Nagpal household which we really didn't want to do but felt we needed to get back to reality after a week of luxury and being so looked after. Our flights were already booked as otherwise we knew we would end up staying indefinately!! However, this was the worst possible time to go as even though I was better, Mike was really ill and I have had a hell of a time with it so far (and Mike).
I now feel I know what to expect when I have a poorly toddler as when Mike is ill it is hard to get him to do anything that will benefit him if it tastes horrid or if he just feels to ill to do it and tries to fight me about things every step of the way. Mike has had the most EXPLOSIVE toilet troubles (to put it delicately) I have ever experienced, not that I hang around toilets experiencing a lot of action associated with this but still. It was almost inhuman. He has also been projectile vomiting. Poor spicy lamb!! We got to the airport and I tried o tempt him to eat something...anything.....and I found a KFC (first one since we have been in India) and thought that should do the trick. I got him some popcorn chicken just to pick at and when they gave it to me I knew he would die a bit inside......nothing like the popcorn chicken in the UK. He ate one piece and couldn't manage the rest. He now blames that one ball of popcorn chicken on the reason for him projectile vomiting on the plane- sure sure. When he came back I trid my best to just sit back and not mention the stench of sick that was fuming out the plane and that was infused with the fibers of his clothing.
We arrive in Udaipur and have an hour journey to our hostel. Udaipur is cooler than Goa and Mumbai so that was nice. It looks like we will have a good time exploring here once Mike is up to it. We arrive at the hostel and it is ok- looks to be in a good location surrounded by handicraft shops etc so that will be good to look around and send souvenirs home from. There is a lot of sightseeing to do but think we will leav that until tomorrow as to give Mike one more day of rest. The hostel is prided on being quiet and set back from the main street however the staff don't understand the meaning of indoor voices and our room is right next to reception. We had to by our own toilet roll and had to find out through experience you can't flush down the toilet, after Mike had on of his explosive episodes I had to go to reception and embarrasingly admit the toilet was blocked (and I don't think paper was the main substance) and so they said they would send someone. Mike was in bed letting me deal with it all. My heart really felt for the 10 year old boy they sent with a small plunger.Now we have to put our issue in a bucket with no lid- which we haven't been told to do but it is the only option, I am not having that young boy mentally scarred again, the cleaners will love us!!!! I have finally managed to get his fever under control and finally managed to get him to drink a rehydration solution after much struggle- he is a bit better today so going to mak him get some toast for lunch.
During the night it was horrid, not only did the fan make a continuous noise like 500 bees and 500 wasps at war, outside the window two dogs were fighting, and I mean seriously fighing. It sounds as though one is now dead. The noises were horrific and sad.
I could go into more detail but it only gets more gruesome and gross about me nusing Mike so I will leave it to your imaginations.
I now feel I know what to expect when I have a poorly toddler as when Mike is ill it is hard to get him to do anything that will benefit him if it tastes horrid or if he just feels to ill to do it and tries to fight me about things every step of the way. Mike has had the most EXPLOSIVE toilet troubles (to put it delicately) I have ever experienced, not that I hang around toilets experiencing a lot of action associated with this but still. It was almost inhuman. He has also been projectile vomiting. Poor spicy lamb!! We got to the airport and I tried o tempt him to eat something...anything.....and I found a KFC (first one since we have been in India) and thought that should do the trick. I got him some popcorn chicken just to pick at and when they gave it to me I knew he would die a bit inside......nothing like the popcorn chicken in the UK. He ate one piece and couldn't manage the rest. He now blames that one ball of popcorn chicken on the reason for him projectile vomiting on the plane- sure sure. When he came back I trid my best to just sit back and not mention the stench of sick that was fuming out the plane and that was infused with the fibers of his clothing.
We arrive in Udaipur and have an hour journey to our hostel. Udaipur is cooler than Goa and Mumbai so that was nice. It looks like we will have a good time exploring here once Mike is up to it. We arrive at the hostel and it is ok- looks to be in a good location surrounded by handicraft shops etc so that will be good to look around and send souvenirs home from. There is a lot of sightseeing to do but think we will leav that until tomorrow as to give Mike one more day of rest. The hostel is prided on being quiet and set back from the main street however the staff don't understand the meaning of indoor voices and our room is right next to reception. We had to by our own toilet roll and had to find out through experience you can't flush down the toilet, after Mike had on of his explosive episodes I had to go to reception and embarrasingly admit the toilet was blocked (and I don't think paper was the main substance) and so they said they would send someone. Mike was in bed letting me deal with it all. My heart really felt for the 10 year old boy they sent with a small plunger.Now we have to put our issue in a bucket with no lid- which we haven't been told to do but it is the only option, I am not having that young boy mentally scarred again, the cleaners will love us!!!! I have finally managed to get his fever under control and finally managed to get him to drink a rehydration solution after much struggle- he is a bit better today so going to mak him get some toast for lunch.
During the night it was horrid, not only did the fan make a continuous noise like 500 bees and 500 wasps at war, outside the window two dogs were fighting, and I mean seriously fighing. It sounds as though one is now dead. The noises were horrific and sad.
I could go into more detail but it only gets more gruesome and gross about me nusing Mike so I will leave it to your imaginations.
Has Mike recovered. He may need medication Alice. xxxx
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