Anyway, I was diagnosed with drug allergy/drug poisoning + food poisoning. Hooray! And the doctor told me to stop taking the malaria medication if I valued my life. YAY!
The hospital had cable, which was nice. I managed to watch most of The Bourne Identity (except the last 20 minutes, which perhaps defeats the purpose) and all of What A Girl Wants, which is much less exciting, but features a very lovely Colin Firth.
Anyway, I'm back. I think I'll be getting myself rested now though. I don't think I've ever puked so much in the span of a month. I was puking before India, in India, and now after India. Uuuughh. I'm getting really good at it, even though now the backs of my teeth are beginning to feel all corroded and bulimicky.
Bulimicky. There's a word for ya.
Off to bed! Doctor's orders!