Donnerstag, 8. November 2018

Malaria, no malaria?

In the night from Monday to Tuesday it began with an extremely cold feeling, even though I've never felt cold in Uganda before. The next day I had a fever (39,6°C!) and I could not eat anything without losing it an hour later at any entry or exit the human body has to offer. The headache became worse, so Moshin and I went to the next doctor in Kirombe. She did a five-minute blood test on me and figured I had malaria. An injection and a mix of anti-malarial pills and painkillers and a day of pain and suffering as a ghost without energy on the toilet later, I decided to go to the hospital.
Brian was so kind to accompany me and stay for the whole five-hour-process. At the end I had the opportunity to see one of the many hospitals in Kampala (Nsambya St. Francis Hospital) from the inside. The results were a bit of a relieve. There is no malaria in my blood. With the medication I recieved, I was already able to attend my luganda lesson the next day. It really feels good to eat and drink again.

++Don't be scared, numbers are following++
By the way / mpozzi / übrigens: a nice vocabulary that does not exist in English: Angst. It is something next to fear and being scared.

I can really be glad to have the health insurance, I assume, not even 1% of the people here have. Before the doctor does anything, you'll be asked to pay in cash or with card. A regular treatment costs 20 000 (4,67€) shillings. A private treatment, the one I chose, as you will get to see the doctor really quick, costs 50 000 (11,69€) shillings. The multiple blood analasys costs (17,77€). On top of that there was the cost of the medication (48 000 UGX or 11,22€). According the the Ugandan GDP of 700$ per capita, the income of a month would be at ~58$ or ~51€. Therefore, my relieving day at the hospital cost about a months salary of an average citizen (45,35€). What a priviledge.

This reminds me of the health-care system in Germany. The private patients, who seem to pay more, also seem to get the quicker treatment. Every other citizen, who is within an obligatory insurance, tend to wait longer for a treatment. Shouldn't the system prioritise the patients with the most need, not with the most money?

In today's lesson we've learned how to say something negative. Would you like another grammar-session?








Mathematic in P4. We're currently revising all topics, as the final exams are coming in two weeks. It seems like the kids are having fun. Please keep the crowdfunfing page in mind (to the right).


Dravo and I are cutting wood for memory cards which were painted by our guests from Tanzania. They are volunteers as well, but had to leave the country to renew the visa. It would be nice to have more memory games. We just need a couple euros to get more wood.

I am bypassing this guy's shop every day, but never had the hunger and calmness to purchase one of his rollex. As I'm still meeting new people every day, I'm at about a hundred new names by now. I can't remember his at the moment. Aand I am extremely bad with names if I don't write them down. Sorry. Will be added later. He hopes to send his daughter to our school in the next term, by the way.

Brian Kawesa is fixing the light bulbs in our compound. To the left you see the houses we live in. A German, Kenyans, Kongolese, South Sudanese (and Brian as a Ugandan nightguard) living peacefully together. To the right you see the next compound and a public shortcut to the next police station. At the top there are some banana trees and a huge avocado (luganda: avokeddo) tree.

My guests and Jan in the over-hyped Acacia Mall. Certainly a hotspot for rich people, boda drivers and white people. The picture is taken out of the Shoprite supermarket. It has even more western standard than the Mega Standard Supermarket in town. Next to the mall there are nice pizza restaurants and even a kebab! restaurant. Perfectly for foreigners who travel far to get what they already know.


Hannah, Svenja, Lea. They stayed at my place for a couple days. This is my living room with the couch.They've got instagram channels, so go and follow them. Not in the stalky way, though.

The neighbours and I are climbing the hyper-secure walls which protect us from evil. These ones don't look that evil. Kamezi (red trousers) also works at the rollex shop next door. The bulky thing is our gate. They don't live inside the walls. That would be too expensive. Rent is 650 000. Remember the GDP? 

Brian and I are washing clothes with the help of some Ugandan music. The black thing to the left is the water tank. It took us pretty much the same time as a machine would take. This way one burns calories, gets some excercise, saves electricity, water, fights against climate change, has time to think about what to do next, calms down, gets tanned in the sun and has time to talk. Isn't so bad, is it?

One of many luganda lessons in the highly equipped Goethe-Zentrum Kampala. That room even has an air conditioner. As a contrast, my school just got its first lamp above the four class "rooms". 
Sleep well. Sula bulungi. Gute Nacht. Bonne nuit.....