Getting sick in Mwanza

I have been here for 8 weeks now, and have run out of fingers on which to count the children who have been sick. Off their food, listless, no energy, sad... 


Well this weekend that has been me. I have cried like a baby when my finger was pricked 3 times to complete 2 malaria tests. I have shivered like I am in an igloo in the North Pole, and sweated like I am locked in a sauna with no one coming for a few days. I am so glad I have no new volunteers to 'co-ordinate' this week.


Being sick also makes you home sick. I have had to take a couple of days away from the Baby Home due to dizziness and general weakness, and it has given me time to think about the things I miss.. my family, my friends... and what I wouldn't give to have a Sunday roast dinner right now (extra parsnips please). I even looked up the cost of flights, thinking I could 'pop home' for a fortnight!!!


I am simply wallowing in self pity, so, wallow with me. I will be fine in a few days when I am eating again and spending time with beautiful people like these:

I still love Africa.