Alright as some of you know, after first site visit I managed to catch a case of dysentery (what am I playing Oregon trail?). I btw didn't just managed to catch regular dysentery oh no... I got amebeotic dysentery which means mine came with parasites woo apparently I was the first case in Peace Corps Zambia. Anyway so many would thing getting a horrible illness would scare me off... if anything it made me more excited. Not because I was sick, cause trust me it was horrible... but because of the nurses at the hospital.
The women working there were some of the most intellegent and kindest people I have ever met. Because I was in bad condition when I first arrived the women looked out for me, coming in and out just to talk and keep me company. There was even a little bit of cross cultural exchange. Apparently ginger ale is not a common drink of upset stomach, because I couldn't eat for a few days all I could keep down was liquids, which in Africa means coke. I kept asking for ginger ale and I got many looks as though I had 10 heads, but the nurses went out on day and surprised me with ginger ale, mango juice and apples. They were wonderful and trust me being sent to a hospital with a bad illness in a strange country and scary but they made me comfortable and truly motivated me to want to work with the people of the this country. I can't thank them enough.