Thursday, April 22, 2010
Dizzy in the DR
If you don’t like gross details, please don’t read this.
I was headed to the capital, Santo Domingo, on a 4 AM bus. We received the funds for my literacy project and I was off with a community partner to the book fair to supply our school’s library. I was already uncomfortable because I wasn’t traveling alone and further, would be staying with her in a part of the city I don’t know. Settled for a long ride, the surprisingly sparse bus allowed us to sit in seats alone, my project partner in a seat in front of mine.
I should backup to the fact that for the past week to two weeks, I have not been feeling great. I have generally been pretty lucky health wise but lately I have been a little off, dizzy and unstable. I notice that my runs have been less than enjoyable and even walking can leave me with the urge to sit immediately. I have been trying to ignore it and blame it on low blood sugar but I had an inkling, because of a funny sensation in my ears, that I had an inner ear infection. Having one before, I know that it is an imbalance of fluids in your inner ears that gives you vertigo and nausea, especially in moving vehicles. There is nothing you can do other than take medicine to make you less dizzy so I was still deciding to ignore it with all my might.
Now fast forward to 4:30 in the morning beginning my partly dreaded trip to the capital. I feel nauseous but I barely slept and can hardly expect myself to feel great at that hour. Then, I notice the bumpy road more acutely than I’ve ever noticed it before. It’s bumpy because the way to my site is not completely paved and because elections are coming, there is a lot of campaign road work which seems to make them worse. I’m sure you could guess where this is going but let me spell it out. The driver stops at military checkpoints and then turns on a worse road to pick up a passenger. I feel like he is driving in wild circles and I desperately find my toiletry Ziploc bag, empty it and start throwing up so hard I am sure everyone is staring at me. When I look up, no one sees me. It is pitch black with no streetlights and people are sleeping or looking out the window. You know how puking just makes you want to puke so I just keep going, now retching and coughing. One woman sees me and looks away in disgust, but luckily keeps quiet.
So there I am a big Ziploc baggy full of puke on a bus that I can’t get off until we stop to get breakfast four hours later with no water nor anything to get rid of that taste. I didn’t consider not going on the trip because I was going to buy these damn books if it was the last thing I would do and also there would be no way to get back to my house at that hour. What I did consider was attempting to get the bag of puke that I was holding off the bus. While this was an attractive goal, it would involve telling the bus driver what I did and inevitably divulging the information to my community partner with whom I would be spending the next day and a half. It would also mean I wouldn’t have a barf bag and I might have people thinking I am really sickly, which I’m not. After much thought, I zipped the bag, thank you Ziploc, set it carefully on the ground and slept for the next three hours. I woke a few times to make sure the throw up was staying put and that no one was stepping on it. There have been incidences when I have watched flowing vomit soil people’s luggage, ha ha, really gross.
Disgusting as it was, I got off the bus at our one stop, clandestinely threw away my large bag of puke as I was walking with my project partner and started my day. This day was full of food, including fried ham that I have managed to almost entirely avoid through service (as a vegetarian). Almost all the food was made and offered and would have been rude to turn down.
I am now in the Peace Corps office safe and sound. I have made it through the book purchases and the Dominican family time and tomorrow I am off to an environmental education conference where I will attend and present with two youth from my community. I still can’t walk well or stand on one foot to save my life but I will get through, vertigo included. I am nervous about the ride to the conference but I will forever travel with an empty baggy, water and mint gum… at least for the next little while.
I was headed to the capital, Santo Domingo, on a 4 AM bus. We received the funds for my literacy project and I was off with a community partner to the book fair to supply our school’s library. I was already uncomfortable because I wasn’t traveling alone and further, would be staying with her in a part of the city I don’t know. Settled for a long ride, the surprisingly sparse bus allowed us to sit in seats alone, my project partner in a seat in front of mine.
I should backup to the fact that for the past week to two weeks, I have not been feeling great. I have generally been pretty lucky health wise but lately I have been a little off, dizzy and unstable. I notice that my runs have been less than enjoyable and even walking can leave me with the urge to sit immediately. I have been trying to ignore it and blame it on low blood sugar but I had an inkling, because of a funny sensation in my ears, that I had an inner ear infection. Having one before, I know that it is an imbalance of fluids in your inner ears that gives you vertigo and nausea, especially in moving vehicles. There is nothing you can do other than take medicine to make you less dizzy so I was still deciding to ignore it with all my might.
Now fast forward to 4:30 in the morning beginning my partly dreaded trip to the capital. I feel nauseous but I barely slept and can hardly expect myself to feel great at that hour. Then, I notice the bumpy road more acutely than I’ve ever noticed it before. It’s bumpy because the way to my site is not completely paved and because elections are coming, there is a lot of campaign road work which seems to make them worse. I’m sure you could guess where this is going but let me spell it out. The driver stops at military checkpoints and then turns on a worse road to pick up a passenger. I feel like he is driving in wild circles and I desperately find my toiletry Ziploc bag, empty it and start throwing up so hard I am sure everyone is staring at me. When I look up, no one sees me. It is pitch black with no streetlights and people are sleeping or looking out the window. You know how puking just makes you want to puke so I just keep going, now retching and coughing. One woman sees me and looks away in disgust, but luckily keeps quiet.
So there I am a big Ziploc baggy full of puke on a bus that I can’t get off until we stop to get breakfast four hours later with no water nor anything to get rid of that taste. I didn’t consider not going on the trip because I was going to buy these damn books if it was the last thing I would do and also there would be no way to get back to my house at that hour. What I did consider was attempting to get the bag of puke that I was holding off the bus. While this was an attractive goal, it would involve telling the bus driver what I did and inevitably divulging the information to my community partner with whom I would be spending the next day and a half. It would also mean I wouldn’t have a barf bag and I might have people thinking I am really sickly, which I’m not. After much thought, I zipped the bag, thank you Ziploc, set it carefully on the ground and slept for the next three hours. I woke a few times to make sure the throw up was staying put and that no one was stepping on it. There have been incidences when I have watched flowing vomit soil people’s luggage, ha ha, really gross.
Disgusting as it was, I got off the bus at our one stop, clandestinely threw away my large bag of puke as I was walking with my project partner and started my day. This day was full of food, including fried ham that I have managed to almost entirely avoid through service (as a vegetarian). Almost all the food was made and offered and would have been rude to turn down.
I am now in the Peace Corps office safe and sound. I have made it through the book purchases and the Dominican family time and tomorrow I am off to an environmental education conference where I will attend and present with two youth from my community. I still can’t walk well or stand on one foot to save my life but I will get through, vertigo included. I am nervous about the ride to the conference but I will forever travel with an empty baggy, water and mint gum… at least for the next little while.
Friday, April 16, 2010
Missing Things
So I try to be positive. It´s so wonderful facing adversity, I chose to do this, I´m just lucky to have food and my limbs! That can be the mantra but it is not the truth. I am honestly happy here but sometimes I just want to feel bad for myself and miss stuff from home. Notice that I am on this island for two years and I still call the U.S. home. This entry is about the things I miss, a shameless pity party. A disclaimer is that I can find most of these in country so, I am being a bit of a poser as well as a complainer.
Feeling and Staying Clean
Real Hugs
Running Errands and Grocery Stores
Coffee Shops
Camping
Couches
Running Water
Libraries
Getting Picked Up in a Car (Literally)
Watching TV
Working and Getting Off Work
Anonymity
Carpet
Dessert, Pie and Other Baked Goods
Magazines
Socks
Working Out Followed by a Shower
Social Shopping
Parties and Dinners at Houses
I just realized that I could do this all in one day. I´m almost a year in which means halfway! In May of 2011, I´m going to go home (my parents’ house, ha ha) for a time and look back at this list. I will wake up, go on a run, take a shower, ooh bath, stay clean, put on socks, hug someone, get picked up or driven by my mom to go buy coffee and a muffin before going social shopping and visiting the library. We will stop at a grocery store to read magazines and buy food for dinner. I will sit on a couch before a dinner party, then have dessert, TV, carpet, done. Woops, camping! I´d actually settle for just the hug. I do lots of cheek kissing, some child holding and the classic upper body hug but I still miss the good ones. The real, full body, comfortable with the person embraces are few and far between. Next time I will have to be a leprechaun to make up for this complaining!
Feeling and Staying Clean
Real Hugs
Running Errands and Grocery Stores
Coffee Shops
Camping
Couches
Running Water
Libraries
Getting Picked Up in a Car (Literally)
Watching TV
Working and Getting Off Work
Anonymity
Carpet
Dessert, Pie and Other Baked Goods
Magazines
Socks
Working Out Followed by a Shower
Social Shopping
Parties and Dinners at Houses
I just realized that I could do this all in one day. I´m almost a year in which means halfway! In May of 2011, I´m going to go home (my parents’ house, ha ha) for a time and look back at this list. I will wake up, go on a run, take a shower, ooh bath, stay clean, put on socks, hug someone, get picked up or driven by my mom to go buy coffee and a muffin before going social shopping and visiting the library. We will stop at a grocery store to read magazines and buy food for dinner. I will sit on a couch before a dinner party, then have dessert, TV, carpet, done. Woops, camping! I´d actually settle for just the hug. I do lots of cheek kissing, some child holding and the classic upper body hug but I still miss the good ones. The real, full body, comfortable with the person embraces are few and far between. Next time I will have to be a leprechaun to make up for this complaining!
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