I finally broke down and went to the doctor. It was Doctor Melissa. No last name, as is par for many Indonesians. I was surprised that she spells it the way I do. She was very nice but asked for a stool sample. I provided one the next morning but hope I won't have to again. Its a strange thing to do. The outcome was that I have not one but two different infections. As a result I am on five medications, of which no two are taken at the same time. One is two capsules in the morning before food, a liquid that is taken a half hour before meals, the antibiotic is twice a day after food, another pill taken after each meal and one more pill that's twice a day though I can't currently remember if it's before or after food.
|Courtesy of kirarasmonde.wordpress.com. none of my pills look like these but I take at least this many for the moment.|
|Courtesy of tripadvisor.com. This is probably what will happen when I ask for fried rice.|
|Courtesy of flickr.com. This is exactly what you'd see.|
|Courtesy of blog.navendusharma.com|
|Courtesy of yell.com. I usually hang on like this guy.|
|Courtesy of travel.nationalgeographic.com. Nothing nearly as close or cozy as this.|