I’ve been sick all weekend. No fever. No aches. No congestion. Just a massive sore throat. Hard to swallow anything-type of sore throat.
I think it’s irritated by the cold. No heat in my Airbnb and the temperatures are not my favorite.
The rest of the week was actually quite good. A smooth flight home from the coast, with a nice view of Mount Kilimanjaro.
Going to work out where my more distant colleagues live, in a former petrol station that has been converted into an open space. Families and kids play and picnic there on the weekends. During the week some, like us, use it as office space.
Watched the latest episode of The Acolyte.
But then woke up Friday with a throat on fire.
Did nothing all Friday. Did nothing all Saturday. Finally ate soup and a milkshake while watching a Netflix documentary on Gene Wilder.
Today was better. Ibuprofen lessened the worst of the pain. I didn’t bring much with me so I had to go out and get more. Passing by the elephant statues the mark the entrance to the apartments where I’m staying.
They had Advil at the pharmacy, but I got a different brand instead. One manufactured in Germany for 800 KSH (around $6) instead of 3000 ($23!!) for the American made ones! And while I was out I decided to try real food. Pizza from “Chicago” — no, nothing about it reminded me of Chicago. Ha!
If I’m not feeling noticeably better tomorrow morning, I’ll go to a clinic one of my colleagues pointed me toward. I may get to see how well the company’s travel health insurance works! Until then I’ll work on the ice cream I bought while out getting medicine.
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