On the first night, last Friday, I had a 102 something fever, but I felt a little better during the day. I rested for two days, but got stir crazy by the third, and I tried to work, as much as I was able, on my house. Just after talking to my parents on the phone, however, I fainted. It actually must have looked pretty funny saying, “goodbye,” going to hang up the receiver, and collapsing before it landed on the hook. Then I decided to go to the clinic.
Fainting made many of my neighbors worried, and they insisted that I go to the city. The Peace Corps Medical Officer thought I should too. For a week, I get to recuperate in the city, reading books on African history, watching international news, and eating food not prepared by me. I also have used my time to talk with UNICEF and PAHO people about potential projects in my area, and I’m planning on helping organize the Peace Corps library if I can.
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