A few hours later, I was back in my apartment, feeling miserable. My head was pounding, I wanted to throw up but couldn’t, and I was really hot. Sitting in my bathroom I told God that if life in Africa was like this, being hot, sick, and alone, I wasn’t going to be able to take it.
Yep, I’m sick. It’s bronchitis and a high fever. But, my malaria test came back negative, that’s good. I’m missing three days of meetings, but that means I’m surrounded by my colleagues and friends who are taking very nice care of me. Today I’m feeling better, that’s why I could get out of bed and blog a little.
So, my adventure here has met up to two of my expectations-I’m hot, and I’m sick. But, I’m not alone.