It has been a very long time since I wrote, too long to actually count. While this is not an excuse, I have been sick and the sickness lasted several weeks. Apparently the bacteria from the food poisoning experience was regal and traveled first class to my bladder where it caused a very painful infection. Since I am cheap, I opted for the generic antibiotic which I thought would be the end to the infection. Nope, generic antibiotics - this one is not sold in Europe or the States - do not stop infections. So Saturday night at 2am I made my first visit to Nairobi hospital with a dear friend. As in any hospital when you arrive you must check in and fill out paperwork. Given the pain, I had no patience for paperwork and the hospital clerk agreed to expedite the process as long as I paid the entrance fee. After I was to visit the same damn clerk at least 5 more times to pay for things from needles, tests, pills, fluid to clean the IV, and for speaking to a doctor. Imagine how much simpler it would be if they could consolidate all the fees onto one bill? Such rationale though is a waste of time here.
As soon as the lovely round nurse with a little white cap came over and said she wanted to give me a shot of pain reliever on my body where I have the most choma (meat), i.e. my butt, I began to have hope. 3 days later of IV antibiotics and several miss IV entries (my hands became purple and green patties) I began to feel better.Throw some more antibiotics and things got even more better. BUT the good bacteria were also wiped out. So when I ate some salad at the vegetarian buffet at the church across from my office, I had a spectacular display of vomit for my co-workers in the entrance to our office floor. Yes indeed Kenya kicked my butt the whole month of March 2011. That's alright, I'm armed for April.
