June
29th
Why
do I feel so reluctant to write recently? During the day I have
thoughts I want to record, but at night when I put down my book to
pick up my computer I can only think of how today was just another
day, why bother? But I tell myself it's like yoga – once you start
you're glad you did.
I
got to the maternity around 9, and to my dismay the annoying
Seguenega supervisor was there, as he always is on polio days. At
least there was no marriage proposal this time. We worked until
pretty late, nearly 1pm or so, because we just had an overabundance
of women for some reason including 13 for their first CPN, normally
it's less than 5 any given day, and new women take so long with all
the questions we have to ask them and the longer physical exam.
Mariam came to help me write and brought us each a bite of peanut
butter sandwich, which allowed Sali to take over questioning the new
women, which sped up the process quite a bit.
I
headed home to read and eat lunch, then got water for laundry
tomorrow. I was getting ready to walk back to my house when I had a
sudden prickling sensation on the back of one thigh, almost like a
thorn had gotten stuck in my pants even though I hadn't brushed
against anything or sat down. I tried to find it, but it seemed to
keep moving across my leg in a way that didn't seem to change no
matter what I did to my pant leg. I went home and took them off,
expecting to see a thorn or even a bug, but nothing. Washing the area
didn't stop it, almost made it burn worse, and it looked like I was
breaking out in hives. I tried anti-itch cream but it just kept
burning and stinging no matter what I did. Satisfied that it didn't
seem to be spreading, and convinced that my pants were probably safe,
I put them back on and got my last bidon of water. It's been a few
hours and the hives have gone away, and it only prickles a little. I
wonder what it was?
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