Still pending...

Although John Shoshiwe (Theater nurse at the hospital) bas been treating me cat bite injury, yesterday the deepest wound showed signs of serious infection. John spent thirty minutes flushing the poison out with saline and then packing the wound with cotton wool soaked in iodine. He then sent me along to see Dr Leonard for an anti-rabies injection.

When I arrived at Dr Leonard's rooms, he was holding court  having a meeting with the other doctors, technicians and sisters. While I waited on the veranda for him to to see me, I sat in the sun and read. However, before his meeting was over, he called me inside. He said that he'd been telling his staff that I'd been bitten by my own pet cat; I fed and housed this cat, yet it still bit me. So the people offered to come and shoot the cat for me! Although I could see no-one believed me, I told them that the cat hadn't actually meant to bite me. It was having a fight with another cat and I got in the way.They asked if the other cat was a stray. And when I said no, both cats were mine, they just shook their collective heads!  (Crazy Mzungu, I could see running through their minds) 

Dr Leonard then told me that John had already given him a full report of the state of especially one of my wounds. He then suggested that I go onto a stronger five-day course of antibiotics, this time administered intravenously. My heart sank. It's only a week since I had to make the trip to the hospital for malaria injections and here I am doing it all over again!

I submitted my prescription in to Prokeria, the pharmacist; then came the next shock: she handed me ten boxes of vials of one injection and a strip containing five ampoules of another injection. She also gave me one box containing the ampoule of anti-rabies injection.  She then sent me to the sister, in an adjacent room. There, Sr Theresa prepared the anti-rabies injection which she then administered into my arm. Then she prepared the two sets of antibiotics. These she injected intravenously. She noted the time of administration and asked me to return to the women's ward in twelve hours' time. So last night at 9.15 Grant took me back for the second injection. 

 Culprits and cause of my present predicament, Shadow and Ginger with the "stash" of meds I have to have administered

Early this morning, I'd arranged with John to be at the hospital where he treated my wounds again. As this post is aired, we'll be on our way to Mwanza; it's time for Grant's bridge to be fitted at the dentist.

And now, something much more pleasant: pups, day 39 update!

 On Monday, Michael had to attend to family business in Shinyanga. Joshua stood in for him. Here he lets the pups out of their enclosure

On Sunday Grant had a chance to play with the pups

 Joshua plays energetically with Princess and the pups

The above scene is not a normal one; in Africa dogs are not normally patted; at best they're ignored, at worst, they're kicked and beaten

 Princess learned quickly how to romp on the lawn with the pups (albeit sometimes a little too roughly)

Oooh mama, that tickles!

The pups have no lack of playmates: mum Jo, Mama Princess and Askari Joshua,  Michael and Zechariah

Mum Jo has many exciting things to play with: her leg bandage...

... her camera lens cap ...

 ... her shorts!

I found a stick but it got stuck in my throat and Mum had to pull it out!

 Giving Joshua a high-five

 To tempt them back into the enclosure, I bring out the food bowls

I'm linking my post to Our World Tuesday which you can visit here