Monday, February 3, 2014

Brought Down by Illness




1/2/14


The last week has been a little rough.  Starting Sunday I was really ill-standard stomach problems, but with nearly crippling nausea.  It’s really hard being sick to your stomach here-no ginger ale, saltines or soup to force down.  I stupidly resorted to not eating anything for one day and was really weak.

Of course, that was the point that some people from an American agricultural assistance organization which shall remain unnamed here, came to visit.  They were incredibly rude to me-telling me how bad my Nepali was(which is both not true and not helpful), telling how much other work the other agriculture volunteers were doing in my area(also not true) and not letting me go back to sleep after I had to run to the bathroom in the middle of our conversation.  Our encounter ended with my “favorite” question that people ask me here-“So, you studied and have experience in agriculture, right?”  Fabulous.  I left feeling even worse than before and they left with looks of extreme disappointment on their faces.

The fact that these people just pop in, all the time, unannounced, to check on me is infuriating.  I do not work for them and do not appreciate how they expect me to answer to them.  I find it very difficult to try and pretend to be an Ag volunteer when all I wanna do is work that I know a little bit about!  GAhhhh!!!

The rest of the week was much the same-trying to eat and spending time in my room.  Wednesday I was feeling well enough to venture out to speak with some people at the health post about my VSA. 

I had a great conversation with a doctor at the health post but failed when I sat in on a women’s group meeting.  I waited for three hours for an opportunity to ask my women-focused questions, but after three hours, when they were still doing bookkeeping work, I left to go rest. 

Thursday was fine-got a bit of work done.  Friday I went to Tulsipur, where Ben and I finally got our bikes!!!  Plus, I got to chat with Lex and Skype with Tyson-such treats!  Getting my bike was amazing.  You have to pay out the ass for a real mountain bike with gears, so I got a slightly simpler version with shocks and wide tires, but no gears.  The ride back takes an hour and is ridiculously bumpy and rough. 

I was riding with Ben, who isn’t super confident on a bike, and had made things harder for himself by deciding to strap a large metal storage box that he’d bought to the back of his bike.  I was anxious the whole way lest he flip over on his head and I would have to do some sort of emergency bush surgery!  Things went fine and once I turned off onto my slightly nicer road and put on some girl power music, I booked it.  I’d forgotten how amazing riding a bike feels(even if I’m very sore today).  The speed, the power-I felt happier and freer than I’d felt in a long time.

Those endorphins carried over once I got home and I had a rather pleasant night with the family, even if there were two small, creepy children visiting us. 

This morning I was feeling almost completely recovered from my sickness-ready to have a day of rest and getting things in order for next week when I had an unpleasant surprise in the toilet-blood.

I was planning on going to our district capital Mon-Wed, anyways, to go the District Agricultural Development Office, and spend some time with Elizabeth, who is meeting me, but now I’ll have to spend some time at the hospital, having tests done-fun!

I’m trying not to freak myself out too much-it is probably just a new parasite to add to my list, but it’s definitely disconcerting.

I think I may make secret pasta(what I have named the pasta that I make in my little electric kettle) today and nap with Danny.

Speaking of, Danny is good.  We had a rough couple of days where he was pooping and peeing everywhere and crying in my room before bed, but the addition of a little piece of beef jerky and a break from each other, yesterday, have settled things down.

I’ll be available to Skype Feb. 3-5  and then Feb 17-30, so hit me up!

Xoxox


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