I traveled to Lusaka this week for a lost retainer. Where it has gone, nobody knows...The problem is, in the last four months I have moved about eight times. The retainer packed his bag and said, "no more moving for me, I'm staying where I'm at." Where that is, like I said "nobody knows!" It was the first time I have been down to Lusaka in one month, really not long at all but this time was a little different, we embarked on an adventure to get down here. First I took the night bus from Mbala to Mpika and stayed overnight, for an important meeting of course. The meeting consisted of Popcorn balls and Peanut Brittle, so as you can tell there was much to discuss. Then from there Sarita and I proceeded to find a hitch, which only took 40 minutes to find. Upon climbing into the vehicle, the driver asked, "so what are you contributing to petrol?" Well he was going to Capiri anyway why did we need to contribute right? After a long discussion and much negotiating we came to K50,000 total, which was frustrating but in the end I was fine with. By the end of the trip, we had long discussions and found out that our driver was an extremely intelligent, motivated and just friendly man, and enjoyed every minute of the long 6 hour drive. We even got most of our money back and bought shwarma with the returned kwacha. We were dropped in Capiri where we ate our lunch and eargerly looked for our next victims. After many NO's we were frustrated until we happened upon a man who knew Sarita and told us to hop into the back. This is where my troubles of the diaphragm began. We had another great hitch and this man was wonderful as well so we finally arrived into Lusaka safe and sound around 6pm.
Later the next day I went to see our PCMO. She informed me that I might have a liver problem, this was consultation number 1. She quickly scribbled the address and off I went to get an ultra sound. The next doctor informed me that it was not my liver that it might just be my muscles cramping, consultation number 2. Lastly I saw a doctor who reviewed my results and informed me that it was most likely a torn or injured diaphragm, consultation number 3. In the end, I have three very different opinions and after a long day of traveling around, my stomach still hurts and I am certainly no better off than I started. I will see how I bear the pain tomorrow...till then we will see.
Poor lost retainer, always on the back burner.
Stay tuned till next time...what will the conclusions and results be?
