Catholic Guilt

I had to stay home from work again today, which has brought on, of course, an onslaught of my old friend, Catholic Guilt. I miss my Lydia baby and my Obama baby, and I don't have much time left with them--just six days.

Last night, I underwent another fit of vomiting, this time quite unexpected after the first square meal I've had in three days. My host mother, Violet, got so worried, she made me go to the hospital at 10pm. (Hospital isn't as dire as it sounds--here, they don't have individual doctor practices, so if you need to see a doctor, a hospital is your only choice.)

The doctor last night prescribed me 4 different medications, 2 for whatever bacterial infection I have, 2 for my cold. And then, the pharmacy proceeded to rip me off at a cool 2,250 Ksh. I found out today that I could actually bargain at the pharmacy, which seems somehow wrong. It's like those coupons we used to get in the mail in Los Angeles that advertise Lasik eye surgery, "second eye free!" Souvenirs, I would bargain for, yes. Clothes, shoes, absolutely. Food...maybe not the best idea, but okay. Things related to health, however, are not things you typically should want to get for less, especially when involving drugs or scalpels.

With any luck, this will all clear up soon. I'm feeling much better today, but I think I do tend to feel better in the daytime, when I feel I should be doing other things...like taking care of babies.