Malaria

Malaria was a very interesting bug to have come across. While under our thatch hut and bug net, at Maranatha Beach Estuary Camp, I would burn up at night with the worst aches and pains my body has felt but during the day i felt fine just a little tired. I didnt think that i had the dreaded Malaria. Lucky for me the staff and Ry got me to a friendly hospital where i was admited- for the first time in my life- into an African hospital. There were ladies who came in every 6 hours or so to administer medicine or to hook up a new i.v., which i began to dread- i also have never had an i.v. until then- One after one they would come into my room to check on the Obruni (Twi for Foreigner). All the shots and pills werent too bad my only thought was to get out of there as soon as possible.

After 3 days of laying in a bed i got better and gave poor ry a break from taking care of me. He would have to go out by the road past the hospital to get me any food or juice. I am very fortunate to have someone in my life that would go out of his way to make sure that i was all right.

As soon as we were out the gate of the hospital we caught a 4 hour bus and i spent my last days in ghana trying to recover. For a good month i was very weak- couldnt take a car ride longer than an hour, had no appetite, and was useless. Good thing we were on our way to meet with Ry's parents in Italy so we could appease all of our hungerous desires- which after 10 months abroad you can imagine it was ferocious.