On Friday, I became very sick and ended up spending the weekend in bed. The doctor visited me on Saturday and Sunday, before admitting me to hospital on Monday, where I was diagnosed with acute gastroenteritis.

Indian hospitals are quite an experience: nurses don't speak English, random injections without explanation, nothing (except thankfully the needles) was clean and air bubbles entering the drip tubes every time they changed the saline and antibiotics. The doctors though were great and, after 3 days, I've finally come home.

One of the great things about being home again is the ability to sleep. Like everywhere else in India, the hospital employs far too many people and they all seemed to visit my room regularly. During my last night, I was woken up by 3 nurses, 2 sisters, 5 doctors, 2 cleaners (one for the floor, one for the bathroom), 2 catering people, a man in military uniform with lots of medals (never figured out who he was but he popped into my room every 12 hours) and a patient who was lost. This excludes those who came in and didn't wake me.

I'm looking forward to a weekend of rest before returning to work on Monday.