Saturday was my friend Joanna's
birthday and Sunday was St. Patrick's Day, so clearly us Manica folk
had some celebrating to do this past weekend. Unfortunately, the mosquitoes had it out for me.
Saturday afternoon, after attending my
catechist group at church, I headed to Chimoio for the night. I
arrived around 5 o'clock and made my way to my friend Anna's house,
where the festivities would be held. After 2 very weak drinks of
vodka mixed with a fake Sprite-like soft drink, I was positively,
unequivocally drunk. I thought this was a little peculiar/pathetic,
and chalked it up to the fact that I hadn't eaten anything since
11:30 that morning. A fun hour and a half later we ate dinner, and I
started sobering up.
Approximately 10 minutes after
finishing dinner, my stomach hurt. And not just a little bit.
Also, my head started pounding. I also got ridiculously tired. I
couldn't keep my eyes open. Everyone asked me if I was okay, and I
just told them I was tired. I fought to stay awake for a few more
hours because I wanted to talk to my friends that were at another
Peace Corps gathering up in Zambezia province. Of course, they
called right as I was laying down to go to sleep, but I talked to
them briefly and it was awesome.
When I laid down to go to sleep, I
covered up with a small fleece blanket that I figured would be plenty
warm enough considering it's still summer here in Mozambique. When
I started shivering uncontrollably, I knew something was wrong. I
knew that only happened when I had a fever. Then I started putting
the pieces together...headache, stomach ache, fever are all symptoms
of what common and terrifying illness in Sub-Saharan Africa? Yeah,
Malaria.
I waited until the morning to text
Peace Corps Medical Staff because I didn't want to freak myself out
too much, but I have to be honest, it was a miserable night. I slept
a total of maybe 2 hours between everyone else still enjoying the
party and having chills/sweats all night. I was convincing myself
that it couldn't be malaria. I took my prophylaxis. I sleep under a
mosquito net. I take the precautions I was told to take.
On Sunday morning, Peace Corps told me
to take my rapid malaria test. We were told to always have it with
us when we travel, and me being the rule follower that I am, actually
had it with me in Chimoio. Pretty proud of myself for that one.
Another PCV that had previously taken the test helped me with it
because it was very confusing and the directions were not exactly
clear. About 20 minutes later, I had the results: negative. I
reported the results to the doctor and was told that I should start
the Coartem (malaria medicine) regardless of what the rapid test said
(I've heard from other PCV's that the rapid test is less than
reliable). The only problem with that: I was in Chimoio. The coartem
was in Messica.
So at around 11:30 am on Sunday I got
on the chapa from hell. Seriously guys, it was bad. I had malaria.
With it, a pounding headache, stomach ache, and to top it off, I was
in an oven in the form of a mini-bus filled with 20 other
Mozambicans. All of the windows were shut because God forbid
Mozambicans have wind in their faces. It was miserable. I was in
the row sitting backwards, so I was also feeling a little car sick.
Icing on the cake, right? Longest hour of my life.
By the time I got home, I legitimately
collapsed. The sun wore me out on my 7 minute walk home from the
paragem (chapa stop). I took
my first dose of Coartem, and spent the remainder of the day in
misery, crazy chills, then when taking medicine to break the fever,
crazy sweats. I slept for a few hours, watched a couple of movies,
and then slept 12 hours that night. I woke up every 4 hours
ridiculously cold, popped a couple more Tylenol and within 20
minutes started sweating again. Monday morning I woke up feeling much
better, but still pretty lethargic and sweating profusely.
The
sucky part about being a teacher: when you're sick there's still
work to do. When I realized I wouldn't be able to go to class on
Monday, I had to plan something for my students to do with no
teacher. Some Mozambican teachers just miss class and don't leave
any work for their students to do, but I couldn't justify not having
anything to give my students for one of their two math classes this
week. I wrote out a note and assignment for all 3 of my classes, and
also for my one class today (Tuesday).
I also
texted the school director and told him that I wouldn't be able to
give my lessons because I had malaria. He was pretty great about it
and has been to our house twice to check on me (both times I had been
in my room so Sarah told him I was sleeping). One of our other
Mozambican friends, Otilia, was supposed to make us dinner last
night, so I texted her to let her know that I wouldn't be able to
come over because I was sick. She and her husband proceeded to come
visit me last night and made sure to tell me all the things I should
be doing to recover fully from malaria. They were also very mad at
me for not going to the hospital. Whoops. My neighbors also came
over to check on me multiple times, and some students came by to make
sure I was okay. I'm being cared for quite well here in Messica.
Today,
I have one more round of medicine to take, but I'm almost back to
normal. I opted to stay home to rest today. One more day of peace
before my crazy life starts again. Classes and grading Wednesday and
Thursday, and back to Chimoio this weekend for the JUNTOS Training.
Next week is review week for school, and then it's provincial tests
and the end of the trimester.
Thanks
for all your prayers over the last couple of days, but I assure you
all, I am fine! Malaria sounds so scary and it IS so scary,
especially for Mozambicans that don't have access to the prevention
and medication that I am privileged enough to have as a Peace Corps
Volunteer. But prevention is not 100% effective, and of course I
would be the one to get it regardless of my precautionary measures.
Just one more African adventure to add to the books. Life as a Peace
Corps Volunteer. There's really nothing like it.
Ah, Malaria. I'm glad you're better now... that chapa ride sounds horrible. Traveling here is an adventure when you're healthy.. it's horrible when you're sick. :-/
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