Bangkok fever is an exercise in frustration

Bangkok, Thailand
Sawasdee Khaosan Inn

Bangkok fever is an exercise in frustration

I'm waiting. I was feeling out of sorts late last week. On Wednesday night I couldn't sleep until late and on Thursday I slept most of the day and felt out of it. I took out my trusty thermometer that I've had since Madurai, and, lo-and-behold, I have another fever. It is not as severe as the earlier one, but nonetheless...

The next day I bought the same antibiotics I was given in Madurai and started taking them. Why wait? I was really ready to get out of Bangkok -- I've been here plenty long -- and I had picked Krabi as a destination. So I would take the medicine and kick it in a couple of days.

But I'm starting day number four and I still have the fever. It is not too bad, just above 102F in the afternoons, less in the mornings, but it is persistent.

I don't know what I will do now. I was reluctant to leave Bangkok, a place I was now familiar with, and go to Krabi, a small place that I've never been to, while I was still sick. But I'm still waiting and frustrated. I either need more patience, or I need to leave.

Bangkok fever is an exercise in frustration