Nerri collapsed yesterday.
(No, it wasn't as a result of exhaustion caused by overwork.)
I heard a bang coming from the bedroom but didn't think much of it. Unexpected loud noises are pretty much a a normal part of life in Manila. The bang was followed a few moments later by the scream of my beloved who found Nerri on the floor spread out like Jesus Christ on the cross.
As a big fan of the now defunct medical tv show Chicago Hope (E.R was crap), I was as cool as a cucumber as I calmly asked Nerri and my beloved (who had spent the day with her at a relative's party) a series of precision questions to quickly diagnose the problem.
Truth is it didn't take a genius to work out what was wrong. It seems she ate some bad food the night before, had vomited earlier in the morning and was suffering from diarehia throughout the day, all unbeknowst to us. The poor girl was so dehydrated and had only drank (...drumroll please...) two cups of coffee for the day! Mmm....dairy on an upset stomach complimented by a dash of caffeine to sooth away dehydration!
We proppped her up and started getting her to sip 2 glasses of water and then 1 glass of pineapple juice over about 15 minutes. I ducked down to Watson's Drugstore and picked up some Lomotil and got it quickly back to our little patient. About an hour later she seemed better but was understandably hungry so lucky Nerri was treated to a very tasty dinner of plain rice washed down by a Gatorade.
The good news is after another 2 glasses of water she fell asleep, woke up the next day and had never felt better. Which is just as well, because there is a hell of a lot of cleaning which now needs to get done.
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