Diarrhea. Diarrhea. So the vomiting and stomach gurgling finally started and we’ve had one V-four member vomit in a flower bed during the walk to work and another puke it up on the balcony of our hotel banquet hall. (I will not disclose names of these persons) But we’re taking it like champs and nothing stopped us from beginning our rotation on the General Surgery service at the Christian Medical Center this week. We decided to bust out the scrubs we brought from home for this event. Turns out that was completely inappropriate as Indian scrub suits are required to be worn in size Gigantor only. So we changed and entered the OR. What’s happening back in that OR is just so hysterical I have to let you all in on it immediately. I preface this by saying that everyone in India is wearing flipflops. I mean I have not seen one set of closed toeds anywhere. And it turns out this trend extends into the OR with surgeons, techs, nurses, and patients donning the flipflop style. The other wonderful part about the OR is watching the Chairman of the Department of Surgery tap his toe and whistle to an album on continuous repeat of elevator music gone techo versions of “I’m on top of the world lookin down on creation…” In our spare time on surgery we have been visiting our favorite restaurant in town which is a family run Punjabi place. Punjabi means the food is all veg and completely awesome. They have a pretty thick cockroach infestation going on but their naan is so out of this world that the bugs have started to seem like an endearing quirk. This is a pic of the guy that runs the naan maker. (naan is basically an Indian breadstick) That’s all the blog time I’ve got tonight as the Vellore Four are about the catch a night train to Kerala. (a beachy paradise on the west coast where no one has the ria and the streets are made of gold).
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