...I've not visited many blogs and commented recently, is that I've been ill.
When I arrived in South Africa early in September, I felt ill with flu-like symptons. Having just returned from three months in East Africa in rainy season, my doctor treated me for malaria. The medication worked while we were on our bike trip to the Cape but a week later back in Kenya, I started to feel ill again. I went to the clinic and was tested positive with malaria. *Sigh* A four-day course of meds and still no improvement. I returned to the clinic last Tuesday where Jo-Anne, the sister-in-charge, said she'd like to send me to Eldoret Hospital for further tests.
Eldoret hospital is very modern and totally efficient
On Wednesday morning Grant drove me up the mountain to Eldoret Hospital. Once I'd seen the doctor in his rooms, he sent me across the hospital courtyard to the laboratory. Here a blood sample was taken and I was asked to return in an hour-and-a-half. Grant needed to do business in town but we were back within time for me to collect my results. I took them back to the doctor. He looked at the sheet and anounced that I had Salmonella: enteric fever (typhoid). As I wash all my vegetables with water to which I add disinfectant and only drink purified water, all I can think of is that I ingested the germ while brushing my teeth with raw tapwater. Ewgh! The doctor wrote me a prescription for an antibiotic which I took across the courtyard, to the pharmacy this time. We drove back down the mountain to the valley and the camp. I started on my medication and took it easy for the rest of the week.
By Monday morning I felt 100% better and as you can see by my recent posts, I had a rather busy week. All good and well. Except that I woke up on Thursday morning with rather sever pains in my joints. I also felt dizzy and wobbly on my pins. I asked Grant to please send a driver to take me to the clinic, which he did.
At the clinic, Jo-Anne checked my bloodpressure, took my temperature, listened to my heart and peered down my throat with a light. (For the latter, she didn't have a torch so she borrowed a collegue's cell phone!) She did a blood test which showed postive malaria strains again. Exhausting all her options, she suggested I go to Eldoret Hospital and see the doctor again.
Grant, who was in the middle of a huge project, arranged for Zephania, a company driver to take me to Eldoret. Of course, the road up the mountain was as bad as ever; I felt battered and bent by the time we reached the tarred section leading to Eldoret.
Once again, the hospital was the epitome of efficiency and within minutes I was sitting opposite the doctor in his surgery. He said he was surprised to see me walk in; he expected me to be carried in on a stretcher as the managing director of the mine had phoned ahead and said I was very ill, and could he please do extensive tests to see what was wrong.
Once again, I walked across to the laboratory, had blood drawn and told to return in an hour-and-a-half for the results. I returned in time and took the results back to the doctor. He went through the sheet of strange facts with me explaining everything in detail, sweet man. He said I was recovering from the typhoid and my bloodsugar was a bit low. Other than that, he said I obviously did too much too soon and needed to go home and REST until I felt better. He prescribed painkillers for the pain and a course of vitamins.
I woke up yesterday morning feeling a little better, but not all that energetic. So I did what the doctor prescribed: I stayed in bed for most of the day.
Thanks to everyone with whom I have e-mail contact and knew I was ill, for your concern, prayers and encouragement. I believe that I'll feel better in time.
Jesus healing the lame, deaf and blind
On another note: Just before we went out on leave in September, the dean of the writer's college through whom I did a journalism course last year, wrote and asked if she could interview me. Today I opened their website and found this link on their blog. Reading the post has motivated me to get well and get going! (The Lord in all His wisdom knows that I want to get well again so that I can continue with my many writing projects!)
I hope you're all having a wonderful weekend.