6.16.08 Parasites Attack

Yesterday was definitely the worst day I have had in country by far.

My weekend started out really good…Friday night I gave a 2 hour HIV charla to a class of students of various ages that are studying to complete 6th grade. They have recess during July but in August I am going to go give them weekly health talks which I am excited about. They are a lot of fun. The education promoter for the classes, Sayda, is a friend of mine and we sat outside of her house just chatting afterwards which was the perfect way to unwind after a crazy week.

I slept in on Saturday and then spent the morning baking a cake for Reina’s birthday as well as completely cleaning my room. I took Reina her cake and a pineapple in the afternoon and got invited to a wedding reception with the rest of her family. I ran home and changed and we all headed to the reception, ate good food and danced. Then some of us headed to the fiesta at El Club, which was in full force. I saw a lot of people that I know…I felt like such a part of the town. I danced a lot and drank a few beers, had a really great time over all. And then the terror came…

At six in the morning on Sunday, I woke up with the most excruciating stomach pain I have ever felt. I couldn’t breathe; I was in so much pain. I staggered to my bathroom in attempt to vomit or something, anything really, but to no avail. I spent the next 20 minutes lying on my bathroom floor, sweating and literally feeling like I was going to die. I managed to crawl over to my phone and called my sitemate Emelina. She rushed over and my family called our doctor, who also happens to be my host mom’s son.

After throwing up and some meds from the doctor, I felt a little better. I spent the rest of the day sleeping, feeling nauseous and being generally miserable. Dr. Julio gave me antibiotics, stating he was fairly sure that I had parasites (after just having amoebas 2 weeks ago…yay) I got about 12 hours of sleep last night and woke up this morning feeling much better. I ate some tortillas and cheese a few hours ago and have managed to keep that down which is definitely a good sign.

I have to say…despite this being a terrible past 24 hours, I feel very well taken care of. My entire family has stopped in to check on me, bring me something to drink, etc. Dr. Julio has come back 4 times after his initial visit to see me (talk about good healthcare.) Emelina spent a good portion of the day with me and I’ve received several phone calls from Hondurans after finding out that I was ill.

So even thousands of miles away…I have still managed to find a place to call home :)