Being sick in the field

The time is 0530am. After being sick all night, I get up to the sound of the cow’s daily call, "MØØ", the little neighbour boy who screams to his sister to hurry up to school and not at least a car parked right outside our apartment with loudspeakers (if you’re lucky it isn’t loud Bollywood music). This have made me appreciate the statutory law rules (e.g. no noise after 7am) in apartment complexes in Norway even more these days. When you are surrounded by this in the morning, you know it’s time to get up and start your day in Nepal.

But when you are sick, have high fever, nausea and zero energy to get up its pretty difficult to just "get up". The world's worst feeling and the world's worst way to get up in general. You might know the feeling of being sick in your own country and bedroom? Well, being sick in Nepal (or abroad), I don’t envy anyone. The atmosphere is completely different when you are sick aboard than in our own home. The food doesn’t taste the same anymore and you’re no longer surrounded by the things you usually love. The bed is hard (stone-hard), the medicine does not work the same way and what you really want is to enjoy the sun. But instead, you have to go to the hospital to describe your symptoms in a foreign language to your local doctor.


Some glimts of being sick in field

Photos of the local hospital in Dharan, "Toro"- soups packages from Norway and not at least my creating food making. Photos by: Thanuya Sivanantharajah

To give you a little pointer on how my sick days have been:

  • 0530am: Wake up to the cows sounds and loudspeakers outside my bedroom.
  • 0540am: Take some medicines and then plug in my earplugs and try to fall asleep again.
  • 09am: Get up and try to eat some breakfast. Its not more inspiring than white bread (reminds me of hamburger bread in Norway) and green tea.
  • 10am: Get picked up by my great colleagues to go to the hospital. After 5 hours of queue and testes, I can finally go home.
  • 3pm: Time to eat lunch. Soups becomes the alternative (Who would have guessed that the “Toro”- packages from Norway could come to a rescue - so a BIG thanks to our boss Juma who brought it with him from Norway)
  • 3 pm-8pm: Sleep
  • 8pm: Talk to my co-delegate Camilla (if my breath allows it) and then dinner. Again, it will be white bread and tea. However, sickness has made me a little more creative in cooking, so white bread with cinnamon becomes the solution.
  • 9pm: Energy is on the bottom again, so its time to say good night.

Well, at the time of this blogpost writing, I finally have some energy, so I am looking forward to read some books again and go back to work - the youths energy are definitely missed! My warmest book recommendation goes to "The Gurkhas Daughter" by Prajwel Parajuly if you want to be a little Nepal inspired. Otherwise I would recommand you to follow me and Camilla on facebook. 

Hope you all are well, 

Hugs Thanuya