Putting our own illness into perspective

I had a stomach infection the last few days that caused me a high fever and frequent diarrhea (yes, i know, TMI). I don’t know whether this is because of something I ate or what. But what if I contracted the illness at the slum? All I know is that at the end of the day, no matter how much pain I was in, I was able to recover in my grandparents comfortable apartment building, sleep for 15 hours in many blankets, given antibiotics, many doses of paracetemol (what they call tylenol here), and adequate food and clean water, which is a lot more than my slum counterparts could have imagined on a regular day even with Pratit services around.