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- Nov 15, 2023, 7:01am
- ☀️ 20 °C
- Altitude: 12 m
- MadagascarAtsimo-Andrefana RegionAnkoronga AndataboAndranomenaTulear Airport23°23’9” S 43°43’24” E
A Doctor's Appointment for Last Supper
November 15, 2023 in Madagascar ⋅ ☀️ 20 °C
Our wake up call was rather early today, as our flight back to Tana was starting at 7.30am.
I was feeling awful again, as I not only got my period, but also very bad diarrhea. Yesterday, I had it too, but it only caught up with me today. So, when we stood in line for the check-in, I had to sit down and rest, focus on breathing and not hyperventilate.
Very fortunate for me, the flight was on time and we were back in Tana in no time. Unfortunately, our rooms at the Belvedere hotel weren't ready yet, so the group decided on going to the Handcrafts Market in town. The pills I took gave me enough strength to pass the next hour of constant "Please have a look", "Good price, good price" and "I made it myself" (spoiler: they never did). Finally, it was over and we drove back to the hotel where we checked in for one last night in Madagascar. We had only planned for one last dinner together with the group at 6.30pm, so the day was pretty much free for our use. Bad thing that I had to use it mostly for laying in bed feeling awful, only leaving it for the toilet to let out all the water that I so desperately tried to put into my body. I was drinking up electrolytes as crazy, but my body revolted against it more and more until I had to puke instantly after drinking them. Afterwards, I just stuck to normal water.
When time had come for dinner, I felt like shit, however, I wanted to see my fellow comrades one more time and just share all the new memories that we made. So I clenched myself onto Sebs arm and dragged my body to the restaurant. But my head was so dizzy and I felt so weak that I quickly decided to go back into the hotel again. Especially after hearing that there would be a curfew because of the presidential election the next day, I wanted to be back in our room as quickly as possible. We asked Solofo to call the doctor to see me in the hotel and said Goodbye to everyone. It was rather heartbreaking, but I needed to lay down again. Seb got me back to the hotel safely and I tried not to hyperventilate for the next two hours until the doctor and Solofo finally arrived.
As the doctor could only speak two words in English, we needed Solofo for translation. You'd think that such well educated people like doctors would be able to speak something else than French, but you'd be wrong.
After testing my blood pressure, breathing and tongue stretching abilities, he put me on an infusion. "You're dehydrated, you've lost way too much water, your body is weak", Solofo translated for me. Well, I knew that much... Whilst I was on the infusion, the doctor perscriped me about ten kinds of drugs to get in the morning. Some others, he gave me right away. After a while the infusion finally kicked and I didn't feel like Death was waiting behind the door anymore. However, I still needed lots of rest. So Seb paid the doctor (changing some more money as we hadn't had enough), and they all took off. How would I be able to manage the 12 hrs flight tomorrow? I tried not to stress about that tonight anymore and fell into a very rough sleep.Read more