Malaria Test Kits and more

Well, this second to last week in Uganda has been quite an interesting one, I must say.  The week has been fairly good, minus the constant power cuts the last few days and my incredibly sick body.

So, let's talk about this sickness stuff, cause it is quite entertaining.  I have not missed one day of student teaching since I have arrived in Uganda.  That is fairly normal for me, since I rarely call out of work.  However, on Friday, I was feeling absolutely horrible.  Thursday night, I was shivering, upset stomach, mild fever, body aches, and much more.  I ended up being awake most of the night from all of this.  So, likely enough, I missed work on Friday.  Since I had the fever, one of the girls thought that I should get a malaria test kit just to be sure that it wasn't anything serious.  Well, I had one of the doctor girls at the guest house perform the "malaria operation" on me.  Luckily, it came back negative.

So, that's good, right? Not malaria, but then what on earth is wrong with me?! Still, I have no clue.  I ran into my usual boda man and he said that I might need to be de-wormed.

Wait?! What??  De-wormed?  Did I hear this correctly?  Um, yeah, I sure did.  And speaking with the "doctors" that I know, they all were inclined to agree with my boda man.  Needless to say, I am in Africa and any sort of infection is totally possible.  There is a place in Kololo called The Surgery that I need to find time to go to and have a once over.  Just to make sure that I don't bring home any weird diseases that are not easily curable in the States.

However, on a slightly different note, I have a little more than a week left in Uganda.  My time here is quickly flashing before my eyes.  I feel like I have so little time left and so much more that I want to explore.  All of my students keep asking me if I plan on returning and it makes me feel like I've made a positive impact on them.  The fact that they keep asking and then getting upset when I say probably not makes it seem as though they like me.  This is why I wanted to be a teacher, to be popular among 11 year olds.  No, just kidding.

Well, I'll have to keep everyone updated on my strange, African sickness.  Hopefully it is nothing serious and easily curable. That'd be nice.

Until we meet again....