January 2 Log

 

By Lisa Miller

Rut Ro. To truly appreciate the events of January 2, 2005, you'll need a little history of the events leading up to this quite eventful day.  On New Year's Eve, Mark and I went out for a stroll and looking for a nice restaurant to celebrate the coming New Year.  As one would expect, all the restaurants were packed. We did find a nice looking restaurant.  Food was on display; some nice looking tapas. We made our selections, went back to our room and ate dinner.  The next day, January 1, I awoke, a little queasy, but no problems yet.  We went to Lucerne, walked around the city, took a six hour boat trip.  As the day wore on, my stomach became more queasy, trips to the water closet more frequent.  

On January 2, the adventure truly begins.  Early January 2, let's say around 0200 hours, I was not well.  Around 0900 hours, Mark was insisting on a trip to the infirmary. Mark made arrangements for a taxi to take us to the infirmary, only to learn that the taxi driver did not speak English. Being the super guy Mark is, he drug the taxi driver back into the hotel, had the receptionist explain our dilemma.  The taxi driver drove us to the infirmary and walked us to the emergency clinic.  The taxi driver received quite a big tip.  Upon entering, Mark had to locate someone that spoke English.  The lady was very nice and made arrangements for me to see Dr. Peter.  Dr. Peter was very nice.  However, when someone would walk in the room, he would stop in mid sentence, break into German, and begin speaking to the visitor.  This would usually happen about the time Mark and I were interested in learning my fate.  If Dr. Peter the room and then reentered, he would begin speaking to us in German, sounding very serious, and then all of a sudden switch to English.  During our conversation with Dr. Peter, he asked me what I thought about President Bush. I must say that when you're laying there on a gurney, and you've got a doctor speaking German to you, you're going to take the easy way out.  My response was "whatever you'd like to think."  He laughed and we knew all would be ok.

To make this long story short, Dr. Peter diagnosed, as the Swiss say, a "food allergy."  In the United States, we call it "food poisoning."  He gave me some pills to calm my stomach, told me I could drink tea and eat bread and potatoes.  For the remainder of the day, I rested in the hotel.  Mark and I altered our plans to stay and extra day in Lucerne.  This is a good place to say thank goodness we purchased travel insurance.  Mark was quite the hero of the day.  He stayed by my side all day with only the Cartoon channel and CNN to watch.  Guess which one he picked?  I'll give you a hint:  ask him any question about Scooby Doo; I bet he can answer it for you.  The moral of the story is that you can travel anywhere in the world, including Switzerland and get food poisoning.  Mark and I have not allowed this bump in the road to spoil our trip, we've continued on and are now laughing about the little mishap.

 

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