I should probably start by explaining why I am in Kisii, but it would lengthen this post unnecessarily and you know how it is typing from an ideos. In fact, it is so difficult, that I am planning to upgrade. Unfortunately, the HTC I have my sights on… let me not lie to myself. I need a sugar daddy.
Anyway, Kisii. I’m blogging from a hospital waiting room to while the time away. I hate hospitals. It’s like the stock exchange for germs but most of all because however hard they try, they are quite similar to safaricom customer care. You shall wait endlessly.
Aga Khan Kisii has a doctor who has sent all 30 patients in this waiting room to the lab. Must be a UON graduate within the past 6 years. #nooffence (He actually confirmed this. Chiromo alumni unite. Comrade power…etc)
Ok, what’s the point of this post? It’s just hit me that I hate blood. I know, should be used to it by now but that sickening smell of oxidated iron just sends me over the edge. I don’t even know how I had deluded myself into believing I would be the best forensic scientist there ever strolled these streets of ours. Forensic investigation and pure deduction. You know where I’m going with this.
Anywho… I’ve grossly gained weight. Abominations. Oh, and I have food poisoning. So much for hospitable villagers. I have been requested 5 times each by the doctor and pharmacist not to imbibe alcohol this weekend. Apparently I look like an alcoholic. Oh, it gets better. I’ve been put on a milk and cookies diet. Really. My blood cells are abnormally minuscule. So they say…
I need to profile my travels this year. Yes. 1st: Korogocho. Yeah. Coming soon.
