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Eve Drewelowe's journals, volumes II-III, 1950s
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we were located for a number of days up the Nile at Luxor, an historical village. I so distinctly recall the dining room of the pension where we ate our supper and the immense bedroom where I was so ill all night -- regurgitating in the wee hours the undigested food taken long before. Intense colicky pains, which I have more recently associated with allergy, sharply penetrated the stomach and abdomen. At that time we were afraid that I had contracted [illegible] poisoning, but the upset scored likely was consoled by the usual idiosyncrasies. The evening meal, however, had included some tinned vegetables - I believe - and a beautiful bowl of fresh fruit, mellow ripe apples which we had picked ourselves, I had never before observed any particular difficulty in the digestion of apples and had eaten them off and on all my life. As a child I know I took my full allotment, enjoyed them but do not recall any troubles which could be attributed credited to them. Of course now some years later I couldn't think of touching the most mealy apple in an uncooked state. But that is different. The disturbance in Luxor must have trace to the canned vegetables or the apples or even to a combination of foods which I have completely forgotten since then. Whatever the cause, there was a high temperature with the indigestion and I wasn't able to keep any solids on my stomach for days. My husband being thoroughly alarmed by this incident, packed me onto the morning train, arranged a bed on one of the long compartment seats, and deposited me in it. There I lay throughout a long day that dragged on endlessly, very ill and not caring much
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we were located for a number of days up the Nile at Luxor, an historical village. I so distinctly recall the dining room of the pension where we ate our supper and the immense bedroom where I was so ill all night -- regurgitating in the wee hours the undigested food taken long before. Intense colicky pains, which I have more recently associated with allergy, sharply penetrated the stomach and abdomen. At that time we were afraid that I had contracted [illegible] poisoning, but the upset scored likely was consoled by the usual idiosyncrasies. The evening meal, however, had included some tinned vegetables - I believe - and a beautiful bowl of fresh fruit, mellow ripe apples which we had picked ourselves, I had never before observed any particular difficulty in the digestion of apples and had eaten them off and on all my life. As a child I know I took my full allotment, enjoyed them but do not recall any troubles which could be attributed credited to them. Of course now some years later I couldn't think of touching the most mealy apple in an uncooked state. But that is different. The disturbance in Luxor must have trace to the canned vegetables or the apples or even to a combination of foods which I have completely forgotten since then. Whatever the cause, there was a high temperature with the indigestion and I wasn't able to keep any solids on my stomach for days. My husband being thoroughly alarmed by this incident, packed me onto the morning train, arranged a bed on one of the long compartment seats, and deposited me in it. There I lay throughout a long day that dragged on endlessly, very ill and not caring much
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