I am not a doctor, nurse, pharmacist, or drug dealer. This is not medical advice. Get off my lawn.
I am taking all the necessary precautions as I prepare for my #NoCollusion, No Albania for TPOL trip, which will have me breaking the century mark of TCC countries. Worrying about food poisoning is on the top of my list due to too many recent nights spent on and around the toilet (see Stool and Malaria Or Food Poisoning? Day 2 Safari Ruined). Food poisoning happens randomly regardless if you are vigilant about making sure your colds are cold and hots are hot. Curiously, it has yet to happen when I eat random street food (see Medina, Marrakech: The Definitive Guide To Lamb Brain, Tongue, Eyeballs & More Food). Regardless, once it strikes you are in trouble and rather go through the agony of those cited examples and rather than deal with unsympathetic readers who blame me for having a weak stomach, I made preps. Before moving to Puerto Rico, I visited a doctor in Scottsdale to stock up on scrips.
And here is what I got:
Capri, or “dessert” as it’s called in places with dirty ice, is the quintessential pill for your all food poisoning needs. This antibiotic will flush everything and anything out of you. I used it once in Cambodia after what felt like certain death at Angkor Wat. It may have stopped me from projectile vomiting, but it didn’t provide me with the dependable feeling for the bumpy bus ride to the airport.
According to Wikipedia, “Ondansetron, marketed under the brand name Zofran, is a medication used to prevent nausea and vomiting caused by cancer chemotherapy, radiation therapy, or surgery. It is also useful in gastroenteritis.” I’m not going to make any cancer jokes but suffice to say that it should do the trick.
Turning to Wiki again, “Diphenoxylate is a centrally active opioid drug of the phenylpiperidine series that is used in a combination drug with atropine for the treatment of diarrhea.”
This is what I needed in said bus ride in Cambodia. Unfortunately, I didn’t have it then and I won’t have it on this trip as the CVS in Puerto Rico requires that a local doctor prescribe this controlled substance.
I went to Sharm El-Sheikh with nothing. I went to Kenya with ibuprofen. While I won’t have diphenoxylate with me, I have two out of three and that ain’t bad. Who knows, maybe I’ll just puke and not poop this time around.