Domestic Disturbances and Hospital Needles

To escape the mayhem of Phi Phi island, Vanessa and I head to Krabi, a small poor coastal town. We catch a longtail boat at sunset to our hotel. We have to walk through the water with our baggage to the shore since there is no dock. The room is clean and the small strip of bars features some Thai musicians covering American rock n' roll. We find out that the band for the night makes 3,000 baht ($90) split 5 ways. They are also under contract exclusive contract with the bar to play no where else. Thailand is not the place for aspiring musicians.


We try to catch up on some sleep, but become awoken in the night when the British couple next door goes into a domestic disturbance rage, beyond anything I saw in the Vince Vaughn film. The fight goes as follows (picture  British accents)...

Woman: Give me the god damn key Hector!
Hector: no.
(Scuffle with loud screams and thuds)
Woman: Now look what you've done! You have a bloody nose!
(Hector crying, more scuffling and the loudest screaming i've ever heard)
Woman: You turned me into a physco!!!!! You knocked out my tooth and I forgave you! You make me want to kill myself! Get out of my life!

-END SCENE-

After the domestic, I awake in the morning to a pounding headache, chills, and body aches. I decide to ride it out, but do not improve after 2 days. We go to the hospital- a small Muslim joint in small Krabi town. No one speaks English. Arabic pours out of the loudspeakers around the hospital yard.


I see the doctor who looks like an Asian Fred Savage. I explain my symptoms. He explains in that I may have "Linky Fever", a DEADLY mosquito transmitted disease. He barely speaks English and the only words he seems to know are "Disease", "Permanent", and "dead"...

Doc: "You have symptom of Linky Fever. It make you dead." (He looks terrified when he speaks)

My eyes roll back in my head and I pass out from dehydration. They take me backstage to the lab where chicks in shalls are pouring blood into vials, I immediately think of Val Kilmer in "Island of Dr. Moroeu", where Kilmer breeds humans with hyenias for Marlon Brando's twisted viewing pleasure. I get some blood work done. It seems to be clean and safe enough. They keep me overnight. Vanessa does a great job to comfort me and convince me I dont have AIDS. The hospital food is bunk. She goes on 7/11 runs for yogurt and Capri Sun. They give me strange medicines, which I decide to take, giving me strange vivid dreams, unlike anything i've experienced. Dreams such as....

I'm bar hopping with Danny DeVito, having a strange but great time until he gets hit by a mountain bike crossing the road, END OF DREAM.

We check out in the morning after I feel a bit better and the blood work shows I dont have any deadly disease. We get to a hotel. I continue to feel weak and headachy for days (symptoms like Mono). We fly to Bangkok and go to the best hospital in Thailand where they draw more blood and determine I do not have linky fever, denge fever, or AIDS, just a giant case of being a pussy. Turns out I have a nasty viral infection/flu.


So after 7 wasted days, I am attempting to shake off this curse and make it to Cambodia with Vanessa. She has spent her whole trip taking care of me in hospitals and hotels. I am in great debt to her. We hope to salvage these last few days and take the fun meter levels to a new high. I will get some great still frames from the hospital up soon.