Of all the threats to my physical well-being in Uganda - malaria, scalpel injuries, bilharzia, crazy motorcyclists driving on the sidewalks - it seems ridiculous that the one most likely to actually kill me is this stupid peanut allergy. Ach. One minute you're ordering a nice eggplant curry and the next you're madly itching and wheezing and wondering whether you need to go bother the anesthesiologists staying next door. Who puts peanuts in curry? Honestly. Stupid delicious Indian food. Stupid overactive immune system.
Seems like this happens about once every one of these trips, just as a little reminder that I can't rely on my body as much as I pretend I can. Luckily it passes quickly - after an extremely unpleasant evening after dinner last night, I woke up this morning with only a residual scratch in my throat and some rather remarkable eyelid swelling. Very Betty Friedan. Can't wear my contacts yet but grateful it wasn't worse.
FYI, there is now an employment opportunity available for any readers who wish to be my Personal Taster on future journeys.
Seems like this happens about once every one of these trips, just as a little reminder that I can't rely on my body as much as I pretend I can. Luckily it passes quickly - after an extremely unpleasant evening after dinner last night, I woke up this morning with only a residual scratch in my throat and some rather remarkable eyelid swelling. Very Betty Friedan. Can't wear my contacts yet but grateful it wasn't worse.
FYI, there is now an employment opportunity available for any readers who wish to be my Personal Taster on future journeys.
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