So after a sleepless and quite painful night I was once again sent to Nairobi Hospital and doctor Rupani. He most bee as tired of seeing me as I am of seeing the pictures of him and the president that covers his walls. I found out after a couple of hours that it is some throat infection, again, so now I’m on antibiotics, again. The absolute worst part about today was when a horrid little Kenyan dwarf was supposed to take a blood test on me. In Sweden they respect that even big girls can cry due to fear of needles and blood (a part of the crying was also from the fact that everything hurt) but what did this little Kenyan dude care he showed me the needle anyway even though I’d told him not to.
I’ve had a fantastic first week back here at the boarding and an even better weekend and now it seems like I have to pay the price for my happiness, again. I don’t know if it is I who has a crapy immune system or if it is just that this country is bad for my health.
// We’ve started a game quite like cluedo that will go on until everyone except one person is dead, which can take the rest of this semester. Everyone got a name, a place and a thing and you have to get the person to the place and get him or her to hold the thing to kill them. When you’ve killed your person you get his or hers person and have to kill that person instead. That goes on until you have all notes with the names of the people or you’re dead. //
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