The preparations for one of Eric’s trip to India are intense. He has to get his Visa, work out “in country” travel plans to several cities (security is an issue), and go to the doctor for shots and to get prescription medications. One of the prescriptions he always gets is an antibiotic, Cipro.
A few days before he was due to leave on one of his trips, one of our (many) pets, a German Shepherd named Karma, came down with what looked like an foot infection. Eric diligently researched the issue on the internet, and learned that his Cipro could be used in appropriate dosage to treat the condition (kids, don’t try this at home). Since our vet bills are scandalous, he decided he would take matters into his own hands.
So he gave Karma the Cipro… or at least what he thought was the Cipro. Actually, he accidentally gave her the anti-diarrheal medicine, first. Her feet weren’t any better but she did have really solid poop. He switched her to the real Cipro.
Off Eric went to India. His flight from Newark to Mumbai was 16 hours. About halfway through his flight, 2 of our 3 “at home” kids (we have 2 more who have flown the nest) came down with the flu. Coincidentally, Eric came down with it at the same time, somewhere over the Atlantic. He got to Mumbai at about 10 p.m., and waited through long lines in immigration in a posture of near death and with no medications available, but then luckily his kindly driver took him to get the Indian facsimiles of Pepto-Bismol (called, I kid you not, VOMISTOP) and Theraflu. He finally arrived at his hotel nearly twenty-four hours after he started, and sick as a dog, so to speak.
Two long days of high stakes meetings and travel and 3 sleepless nights later in Jamnagar, he finally got to visit a doctor. He was staying in a refinery compound of 700 houses and one large guest “house,” a giant spa-like structure with marble, fountains, restaurant, workout facility, and ….a 24-hour clinic with a real doctor. The doctor was free, the prescription cost only $1.99. The medication: Cipro!
I am pleased to report that both Eric and the dog recovered just fine.
p.s. This story is from 2007. Karma has a new family in the country as of 2008. We miss her, but 300 pounds of canine in our small city backyard just wouldn’t work. We kept one dog from each side of our blended family of six St. Croix rainforest dogs: Cowboy the Big Yellow Dog and Layla the Wonder Dog. I’ll share Layla’s story with you soon.