Not quite as rural, but I almost feel like I am on an episode of ER in the Congo. Except there is no Dr. Carter at my side and no director yelling “Cut!”-- this is the solo, real-life adventure I always wanted. And I’m realizing that it’s not as fun laughing to yourself as it is constantly sharing those laughs with others. Still good, as Owusu says, but not the best. However, with a fever, nausea and a running stomach, I am not in the highest of spirits anyway. Most of the time in Ghanaian hospitals, in emergency departments especially, it’s B.Y.O.Everything: bed sheets, water, food, toilet paper, even the bags and bottles of medicine for your I.V. This was one crucial detail I was not aware of as I dragged my lethargic body to join
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