Sicker, but now better?

I ended up staying at the Campagnard for about 5 hours. I ate way too much, then chatted with a Peace Corps guy and couple of tourists.

When I went back to Rosemary's house, I got a bit of work done, then realized I was feeling a bit ill. I took my temperature, and it was back up to 102. I decided that was it, it was time to go to the doctor and figure it out once and for all. This time I went by myself, since Rosemary and her husband were watching a movie and I didn't want to disturb them.

I made it back to the clinic and was ushered to the office of a different doctor. At first I was disappointed, since I'd liked the other doctor so much, but in hindsight, it's better to get a second opinion. I explained my symptoms all over again, this time including some chills, and I showed him my burn too. He didn't seem as concerned as I was hoping about the burn, but insisted I get more blood tests than the ones the day before.

The technician was great. He took two vials of blood and it barely hurt at all. While I was sitting there feverish, waiting for my results, some sketchy Libyan guy started talking to me, even though he didn't speak French or English, and he asked for my phone number. I told him I didn't have a phone, praying that no one would call me right then. He gave me his, as if I would call him so we could have great conversations. Just once, just once I would like to go to the hospital without someone trying to pick me up.

Anyhow, I got my results and took them to show the doctor. My platelets were low and my something else was up. He concluded that I probably have a bout of malaria again (even though there were no parasites), and an infection to boot. I got a prescription for anti-malarials and antibiotics (the same pharmacist wasn't there, thank god), and I went home.

I've been taking the meds for the last 24 hours now, and I'm feeling better. I still had a little fever yesterday evening, but these things don't go away instantly. The drug cocktail makes me feel a bit nauseous (not surprising), and I woke up at 4AM to dry heave last night, but hey, this time I have a real bathroom to do it in, so bring it on.

Jeremy and his brother and host family members came over in the evening yesterday to chat for a while, then I went out with Rosemary's family to Le Relax for dinner. Still feeling a bit nauseous, I just got some French onion soup that proved delicious.

In work related news, I sent Jeff the spreadsheet last night. Hurray! I'm sure there will be changes made to it between now and the indefinite future, but it's a start. And my dictionary proper is moving right along as well--down to about 100 words to edit.