Warning: This blog will be very detailed dealing with my insides. I apologize in advance. Okay it's not really that bad, I just wanted to say that.
So....I swear I start every sentence off with so. Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I still am not feeling well and I went to Nyombi (the doctor in Lugazi) who said I do not have malaria anymore...hm.... But I still have many similar symptoms. I am so freakin tired every day and have these mini cough attacks like 3 or 4 times a day that last for an hour (or sometimes in the middle of the night). I also get really bad headaches and some dizziness. My parents suggested to just go get it checked out because it's better to know than to risk it here in lovely East Africa.
There's this western medicine-practicing clinic in the middle of Kampala called THE SURGERY that Jake went to and said they were legit and they saved him from his parasite. Okay, THE SURGERY? Who want's to go to a clinic called the surgery? Well, I do okay? Melissa was sweet enough to take off a whole day to go with me to Kampala to get checked.
This clinic is hillarious! I was working with a British doctor and he kept saying the funniest things with his silly british accent. He wanted me to do a stool sample and he reaches into this huge drawer and it's empty. He was like, "well show's how much crap we look at. We're up to our ears in **** every day!" Then I really really tried to give him a sample and failed horribly. So I come out and was like, "hey, I can't give you any......poo right now. What do you want me to do?" "Well, come in the other room, we'll take your thumbs and wrap 'em with piano wire and hang you from the ceiling." Then this other creepy mzungu girl from the waiting room was like "AND WE'LL BEAT YA WITH A BROOMSTICK! AAAAHAHHA" With this freaky smile.
It was quite the experience.
So here I am.
In Kampala.
At Garden City Mall.
Waiting to produce a sample.
I'll let you know how it goes.
I just want to feel like myself again! I didn't come to Africa to lay in bed all day and feel sorry for myself.
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Dani you have what the Finnish call "Sitsu"..which means incredible courage. However, we need to put a filter on your blog. You don't lack for descriptive words. I'm so glad you have found a wonderful doctor that seems to know what is going on. He is an answer to prayer. Your mother has not been sleeping at night either since you've been ill. Enjoy your remaining days there because good luck ever getting me to consent to your returning...not over my dead body. I want you safe. I love you and you are in my constant thoughts and prayers. I've spent a lot of time on my knees lately...and I don't mean scrubbing floors.
ReplyDeleteHahaha Dani I had to laugh at your Mom's "filter" comment.
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