Tullamarine
Sitting
in Tullamarine airport at the departure lounge I cast my eyes over the mixture
of passengers, young and old, couples and families, all of them have their own
reasons, their own story on why they are boarding this Boeing 787 bound for
Phuket via Singapore. Before I seek a publisher for the book, I have to
actually finish it, for it is incomplete.
What
happens to me on this trip will dictate what I write and how the book ends, if
at all. It is an unknown factor just like the journey itself. I had left
Thailand and my Thai girlfriend in February of this year with a pile of notes,
photos and a stomach illness that was causing me a lot of distress. On arriving
back in Tasmania I immediately tried to book in to see my doctor. He was away
and wouldn’t be back for a week. I reluctantly took the late appointment. It’s
not much fun living on a basic diet of eggs and bananas.
When
I was finally able to see my doctor and explained the symptoms, he immediately diagnosed
that my e coli was out of wack and told me to take a course of probiotics, which
included Yakult and probiotic yoghurt. The improvement was insignificant. I was
beginning to worry about my return trip to Thailand, if I couldn’t make a
faster improvement I might have to cancel. There is nothing worse than being on
a holiday and being sick, and as I was going for three months I had to be
right. Switching to some probiotic tablets about a week out I began to make a
rapid improvement. Thank goodness, although I would still have to take it easy
with my diet.
The
call comes for us to board. I rise, lift my carry bag onto my shoulder and take
those first tentative steps into a living odyssey.
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