I hadn't thought about the number of times I went to a health care professional away from home, but it looks like 6 counting the pharmacist in Brussles. And two foodbourne illness incidents.

Never eat Indian food in Cambodia. The day after the Indian dinner, I flew Siem Reap to Singapore on Thai. I was frantically looking for the loo. They had closets in economy on that plane! The taxi line was too long when I landed, so I hired a limo to take me pronto to the hotel, where I got some paracetamol and something like pepto from the pharmacy next door. I didn't really enjoy Singapore.

I got a sinus infection in Cairo (I think from working in a closed room with two chain smokers for 3 days). Flew home (Nashville) on Saturday then to Saratoga Springs on Sunday. I remember being miserable both trips. Then I went to the health department (on Tuesday) to get shots to go to Peru. By Wednesday I was too sick to work, went to the urgent care and got some antibiotics. Flew home on Friday. I should never have gone to Saratoga Springs.

Three more sinus infections:
Brussles, where the pharmacist next to the hotel hooked me up with some great drugs
London, where I saw a doctor as a private patient and got some antibiotics
Portsmouth, NH, where I went to the emergency room and spent a day in bed at the hotel

I fell in Geneva, landing on one knee. No problems until the following week, in Los Angeles on Tuesday, when my back hurt so bad I could barely get out of bed. Off to the Er, for some pain killers and muscle relaxers, and a sick day on Wednesday in my hotel room. That one took a year of chiropractic visits (on Saturdays, since that was the only day I was home) to fix.

After a holiday in Morocco, I was in Dana Point, Ca when it started coming out both ends. My holiday partner got it in Morocco, but mine took some time to develop. Another urgent care, but the doc loved to travel, wanted to know all about Morocco, and gave me drugs to kill whatever invaded me. I got worse before I got better. I went to bed Thursday afternoon after teaching a class Thursday morning, and didn't get up until Friday.

The seafood caesar salad in Biloxi came back up at 2 AM. I remember being on the bathroom floor, thinking how nice and cool it felt, then remember crawling back to my bed, but I was too week to actually get up into the bed. I slept on the floor, and went down late that morning for work.