Gibbering heap details

By the way, I did try guinea pig, but just a little piece of Nitzan's. I do eat meat experimentally sometimes, like the time I ate snake meat in Vietnam and the other time I ate crocodile, kangeroo, and emu meat in Australia. I do this because of my philosophy while traveling, which I can quote in full from Thomas Nashe:

"He that is a traveller must have the back of an ass to bear all, a tongue like the tail of a dog to flatter all, the mouth of a hog to eat what is set before him, the ear of a merchant to hear all and say nothing. And if this be not the highest step of thraldom, there is no liberty or freedom."

I'm still not sure what the last sentence means. So--details of my collapse, briefly, though Nitzan tells the story better than I do. We took the same two buses back to Huaraz from Llamac, again of about 5 hours duration. I got off and started to help our guide Heimer (great guy!) with the equipment. The next thing I know, I'm in a strange, dark room and people are hovering over me speaking calmly. Apparently, I just fell over backwards and started flailing wildly, with fluttering eyes, for several minutes. Caused quite a scene there in the middle of the street. When it was over, my muscles were all quite sore (they still are, and they weren't at all from the hike alone). A few hours later, Nitzan and I went to a Chinese restaurant for dinner. I was just finishing my soup when I felt very tired. Once again, there's a blank spot in my memory between then and my arrival at the hospital, where Nitzan brought me after another, much shorter episode of convulsing. I was quite upset at this point and also felt like I might vomit (I didn't). At the hospital, everyone was very nice, and my doctor even spoke English. They hooked me up to an IV, and dripped anti-convulsion medicine and saline solution into me. The medicine made my veins swell up, though (my hand is still puffy and tender), so they had to switch to a pill. Anyway, I was too dizzy to read, so I watched American television the whole time I was there (two nights), switching back and forth between those law and order shows and 90s sitcoms. Nitzan spent a lot of time visiting me, too. They tested my blood and gave me a CAT scan, but so far there's nothing wrong with me. I was discharged yesterday afternoon, but I'm still pretty weak and wobbly, mostly from the pills I still have to take three times a day. I bought myself a nice (and cheap) hour-long massage this afternoon, and tonight I'm taking a night bus back to Lima. I'm really hoping this seizure business doesn't happen again. And that's the news from Lake Wobegon...