Murphy's law in Morocco

This Blog was written in MAY as you can see I'm a little behind on my postings....


Well I am happy to be starting a new month. Things were a little crazy last month (April). I have put off writing this blog, why I am not exactly sure. Maybe I thought if there was no account of it, it would be as if it never happend. Haha but we can't run from our past can we now? and why in God's name would I want to deprive all of you of a great story? So get comfortable and enjoy the dramatic comedy that is my life...



It was a cooooooooold and rainy April morning and the call to prayer had just gone off at 5:30am. (Actually sorry I lied it wasn't cold or raining but you have to admit it adds a nice dramatic touch, right?) Most days I wake up to the call to prayer because my apartment is directly next to the Mosque but today I was already awake and... was most of the night. By the time I finally took my temperature it was a 105. My head was throbing and nothing was helping it go down. I made a call to our PC doctor and wasn't to happy with how he was handling the situation (I think I may have to leave the details of this out but I will say that a letter of complaint is being written) . I am happy to say people in my city were very helpful with bringing me food and water as I layed in my apartment doing whatever I could to stay cool.



My temp stayed until the next day. Lucky for me there is an American doctor I befriended in my city who was also concerned about my state and came to look at me. He concluded I had pneumonia and would need an X-ray to be completely sure. The next day I was sent to the hospital in my site to get an x-ray. As I walked out of my apartment I was convinced I was haluscinating. I heard people singing and cheering, and for a second I thought I was walking down an alley near Wrigley. As I got closer to the roar I realized I wasn't going to be seeing peanut vendors or clever T-shirts saying Cuck the Fardinals today. No no... today was the day the King of Morocco would come to Midelt.

To avoid the crowd and bypass all the gated side walks I jumped in a cab and we headed to the hospital. After explaining who I was the doctor pulled me to the xray room. As he set me up for my lung x-ray the doctor was multitasking as he lit his cigarette and I did my best not to laugh at the irony of the situation.



After the xray was finished I heard the doctor talking to my PC doctor on the phone. Saying something about how I was fine but he thought I had an ear infection. I was puzzled by his profound statement because no one actually looked in my ear. The doctor did pull on my ear lobe and asked if it hurt, which indeed it did. But let remind you all I had a temperature that could boil water. Touching any part of my head at that point was much less than pleasing.

Even so everyone concluded I had an ear infection....

(this is where we skip the details of me being sick the following 2 days and fast forward to my visit to a private clinic in Rabat)

And we do an Xray... Go figure I dont have an ear infection. Any guesses... Anyone

"Yeah I'll take Pneumonia for 500"
Bronchial Pneumonia to be exact. So I hung out in a clinic in Rabat for 4 days watched some tv, avoided a sponge bath, was violated by a thermometer, and received roses from the President of the Cooperative I work with... All in a days work folks... Alllllll in a days work

I ended up taking the train out of Rabat. As I sat there thinking about how nothing more could go wrong. I saw some little kids near the tracks playing a game of throw the rock at the train passing by. *Shatter* the window of the train door broke....

"well atleast they didn't break a window of the passenger car" i thought to myself

A train passes by and the wind pressure creates a strong force and *phhhhhhhh CRACK Shatter* I guess they did indeed get a little chip of my window.

After jumping up in my seat, I pulled the window curtain down to stop the glass from possibly falling in. And yet I was still happy because my pants were dry and I was given yet another completely unbelieveable story

Cheers