Injections!

Today I learned that the last antibiotic I was on (and bemoaning the three doses) is an amped-up version of erythromycin (sp).  I learned this because while better, I’m still not well, and I returned to the lovely people at the clinic.  They must be tired of seeing me, but are always so cheerful.  It’s an incredibly African trait that I hope to export to the US.

Today I also learned that when you receive injections, they’re given on top of the hand, not the crook of the elbow.  That solves that pesky rolling-vein problem I have.  And the fact that the veins in my left arm refuse to be used, but they have no choice on my hand.  I learned this because the decision today was for an injectable antibiotic and antihistamine.  Apparently, I’ll have two doses six hours apart, and therefore will return at 4:30 for a check up (for side effects, I suppose) and the second dose.

It is ridiculously hot, which I’m sure isn’t helping matters.  Please pray for rain – much of the Ugandan population are subsistence-level farmers, and this extended drought is hurting many.  The ministry of the interior has been sending text messages about preparing for the drought to last until May, and to prepare.  That would have been much more helpful before the drought began, but Africans tend to not fare so well with long-term planning, so I don’t know how helpful that would have really been.  But please join me in praying – the heat is too much.