I Spoke Too Soon!
Further testing proved Nic didn't have dengue and I did get a parasite. And my malaria meds make me anorexic and fuzzy in the head. Score zero for modern medicine.
I leave tomorrow morning for a community in the Ngöbe Buglé Comarca where I will live alone for two weeks without potable water or a public phone. Since this is the place I caught George (my parasite), my doctor strongly advised against eating any food I don't prepare myself, and since the nearest town with a supermarket is an hour's walk away, I'm packing a lot of dried fruit. I miss my host mom's cooking already! Anyone who ever studies abroad should have the good fortune to live with an Italian ex-pat. I came back from three weeks of being in transit and eating restaurant food and she told me I looked skinny. Good ol´ Katie. :)
She took Dani, my kitten, to get fixed today. The poor dear will be spending the next week in a pet carrier so she doesn´t tear her stitches. She's miserable, and I'm irked that this didn't happen LAST week, when I had a chance to enjoy waking up to birds singing--NOT to hearing my name yelled threateningly for peeing under the sofa. I was housetrained ages ago, for chrissake. But try as I might, the moniker "Danita" never caught on. It´s always, "¡DANI! ¡Voy a pegarte!" at six thirty in the morning.
My time here is practically over. The next three weeks are going to fly by and then I'll be home, wondering why I was so desperately homesick for routine when I had all of Panamá at my fingertips. The grass is always greener on the other side, I suppose.
I leave tomorrow morning for a community in the Ngöbe Buglé Comarca where I will live alone for two weeks without potable water or a public phone. Since this is the place I caught George (my parasite), my doctor strongly advised against eating any food I don't prepare myself, and since the nearest town with a supermarket is an hour's walk away, I'm packing a lot of dried fruit. I miss my host mom's cooking already! Anyone who ever studies abroad should have the good fortune to live with an Italian ex-pat. I came back from three weeks of being in transit and eating restaurant food and she told me I looked skinny. Good ol´ Katie. :)
She took Dani, my kitten, to get fixed today. The poor dear will be spending the next week in a pet carrier so she doesn´t tear her stitches. She's miserable, and I'm irked that this didn't happen LAST week, when I had a chance to enjoy waking up to birds singing--NOT to hearing my name yelled threateningly for peeing under the sofa. I was housetrained ages ago, for chrissake. But try as I might, the moniker "Danita" never caught on. It´s always, "¡DANI! ¡Voy a pegarte!" at six thirty in the morning.
My time here is practically over. The next three weeks are going to fly by and then I'll be home, wondering why I was so desperately homesick for routine when I had all of Panamá at my fingertips. The grass is always greener on the other side, I suppose.