The first day of class was sickening

Today was my first day of class at Mahidol University (pronounced Ma-he-don), although I only ended up going to one class. Last night I had a fever, yet I still stayed up until 3 a.m. to see how pathetically the New York Giants lost. At that point, I was feeling a little less feverish, albeit angry at the game, so I went to slept before my six hours of classes. Things weren’t fine when I woke up. I felt dizzy and nauseous, but after I threw up, I felt much better. I put on my uniform (black pants, white shirt, and a belt with an awesome gold buckle) and rode my bike to class. When I got there 15 minutes later, I was feeling terrible again.

I was in my Thai Language and Culture class and I was not right. I went to the international students’ office and they gave me the cab directions to the hospital. Wadleigh, being the great friend that he is, accompanied me. I was on the verge of throwing up again, yet the cabbie decided to take the long, expensive way there. As soon as we got out I found a bathroom, puked again, and I felt much better. I’m sure you’re all pleased to know about my puking schedule.

The hospital was really nice, with hordes of gorgeous Asian nurses that were extremely helpful (and did I mention beautiful?). I obtained a bunch of different drugs that made me feel even better. I even made it to Southeast Asian Arts, my last class.

The best part of the day was the trip back home. I let Wadleigh borrow my bike and I didn’t feel like walking back, so I got on the motorcycle taxi, a staple of Thailand. I’ve never been on anything with two wheels aside from a bike. I hopped on and held tight as the driver weaved in and out of traffic and road over bumps. I felt Asian for the first time as I sat in the back in my school boy uniform. It was a great end to a sickly day, although as you tell by the picture, I was still a mess.