As you can tell there is never a dull moment when it comes
to transport in this country. On the way to the camp Joey and I were traveling
and noticed our driver kept pulling his money out of his shirt pocket and
putting it in his pants pocket then would take it out of his pants pocket and
put it in his shirt pocket. This went on most of the way until finally his
money blew out the window. We then had to stop and look for his money for over
half and hour, which he never found. THEN on the way home from camp we were all
exhausted and ready to get back to site when a truck hits our bus which
resulted in us having to sit outside on the side of the road for over 2 hours
waiting for the police to walk there (yes if you have read previous posts this
is the 2nd time iv had to wait for police to walk to a situation).
After all that travel I vowed not to leave site and not
travel for a while. But what happened 2 days after getting back to site, I’m
back on a bus traveling to Kampala for medical. Turns out I developed more
staph infections this time one in each eye. It was the worst pain I have ever
had to deal with my eyes felt like they had razor blades in them. After my
first visit with the doctor he gave me some antibiotics and an ointment and
told me I could leave the next day. Well the next day came and my eyes doubled
in size due to the swelling and some bruising (one PCV even told me I looked
like a beaten wife) so it was back to the medical office. I was then told I could
not go back to site for a couple of days so they would not become further
infected. Such a sad day learning I couldn’t turn right back around and travel
again and had to be stuck in the capital and be forced to eat good food like Italian,
Mexican and Chinese. There was only one downside to the Mexican food. The
antibiotics hated me and my body hated them and decided to make me sick…Mexican
food sure doesn’t taste as good the second time around.
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