These kids constantly think they are sick… especially Pedro. He has gotten so bad about my “medicine” that I’ve had to cut him off from band-aids and I’ve started telling him that he can’t have pepto bismal tablets unless he lays down… I mean if your stomach hurts laying down makes sense right?
The funny thing is it isn’t just the kids. I gave Michael some nasal decongestant and when I left his place 4 adults were grabbing their throats asking for medicine. I’m also apparently the local foot doctor. Ugh I hate feet! With all the walking and poor shoes here it makes sense that there are a lot of foot problems. I’m just like I’m no doctor people but they think I have medicine for everything. I do my best to clean the cuts and put Neosporin on them, hoping they don’t get infected. The “best” part about being the local “doctor” is that most people come to me days after getting cut… so yep things are infected. Amido had a cut on his leg and we had to poke it with a needle to get the puss out before I could do anything. I looked away for a minute and he grabbed a rusty nail off of my floor and went to poke it… I was like “NOOOOO!!” The Juma G came to me with a cut on the bottom of his foot and there was so much dirt in it that I had to try to cut it open enough to attempt to clean it. I was using a needle for that too and Pedro brought me this rusted up exacto blade and I was like “no dirty!” In total I’ve clean 6 feet, 2 shins and 1 elbow. I’m sure glad I brought gloves.
It pains me to tell you that my mouse problems aren’t over. I noticed more poop and set my trap near the door again. I woke up this morning to really weird screaming noises, but the boys run around right outside of my window… so it’s normal. I usually lay in bed trying to figure out who is making the noises until I fall back asleep, as I was listening to this noise I noticed that something was scratching/sliding on the floor. I popped up really quick, put my glasses on, grabbed my flashlight and looked at my trap only to find a mouse screaming and trying to escape the sticky glue!
The funny thing about this is that modesty is big here and so for me to go running out of my room first thing in the morning isn’t ideal… so I’ve altered my pajamas keeping that in mind. It was a good thing too, because from the safety of my mosquito net I leap of the bed put my shoes on and am out the door looking for someone to help. These kids sit on the porch all day but when I need them they are nowhere to be found. Luckily I found Momade and he came and got the little sucker. I got a good look at this guy and he looked more like a little rat than a mouse, about 4 inches in length. It gave me the chills thinking about his screams.
The boys all think it’s hilarious that I don’t like mice, so they got a good laugh while I was sitting out on the porch at 7am trying to work up the courage to get back in my bed. I finally make it try to carry on like it is any other morning. I start out by listen to my ipod the first song is always “Lead me to the Cross” by Francesca Battistelli. I had my eyes closed just trying to relax and take in the words. I was about 2 or 3 songs in when I opened my eyes and saw a mouse climbing up my window!!! I screamed and he fell onto my bed! The only thing that separated us was my bug net. I flew and I mean flew off of my bed and went running out the door yelling for the boys to go find it.
They went in and I got the dogs (who like to eat mice). The kids and Daniel took my room apart looking for the little guy, but they didn’t find him. Sumate was out there when I went flying out of my room and I don’t think he will ever let me forget how I reacted. All day every time he sees me he starts laughing… ugh. Apparently girls here aren’t afraid of mice.
I probably stood on the porch bare knees without shoes on for an hour. It’s just funny and hard because no one relates… it’s a strange cultural difference but it definitely is a difference.
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