I knew I was getting bitten all night. I felt it. Every part of me was itchy.
This was my first night out of a mosquito dome since I arrived in Africa. It was laziness really. I had packed everything so perfectly when I left Kenema. Everything was ready to go for the rest of my journey. I assumed they would have a mosquito net set up in Freetown, but no. Back to my laziness. My pelican case has exactly 7 clips to lock it. If I had undone those 7 clips, my mosquito dome would have been the first thing I would see. Two poles and a tent. Simple. It takes me a couple minutes to assemble it but nope. LAZY!!!!
My left eye felt slightly swollen in the middle of the night. I knew I had been bitten. Too late to do anything about that now, I kept sleeping. And scratching. I was being devoured and I was too tired to care. By the time my alarm went off for breakfast, my eye was swollen shut. I pried it open with my hands to make sure I could see out of it. All good. I lay there for a few minutes before deciding I should go have a look at it. Mirrors!!!!
I’ve spent the last few weeks without a mirror. It’s been incredibly freeing. Refreshing. A pleasant change from my everyday. I haven’t cared about what I looked like. I haven’t been able to check if I had food in my teeth after a meal. I haven’t thought about whether or not my face was dirty, if my roots were growing out, or how awful my skin must look after consuming all this gluten and dairy. I’ve just been content with whatever it was I looked like. Bliss.
But my eye is swollen shut and I finally have access to a mirror. I decide to go have a look. Ummmmm. What in the actual fuck happened to my face??!!!
The ENTIRE left side of my face is paralyzed with swelling. I look like I have taken a serious beating, minus the bruising. The only thing to do at this point is laugh. So, I laugh. It’s business as usual with my swollen face. I hop in the shower and run some cold water over it. There is no redness or puss, so I rule out infection at this point. Looks like an allergic reaction. That’s cool. I’m happy that large rimmed sunglasses are in style as I walk to meet Claire for breakfast.
I forgot to pack any Benadryl with me this time. Oops. Luckily, we happily share medication on missions. We all deploy with the same meds, prescription or over the counter. We have pills for everything. With limited access to health care, you have to be prepared to medicate yourself should anything happen. We have anti-malarial meds, various supplements, Tylenol/Advil, cold and flu meds, sleeping pills, de-worming meds, prescription meds for severe diarrhea, at least two rounds of antibiotics in case of infection, pills for yeast infections, etc etc etc. You name it, someone has it.
I may have forgotten mine but Claire has prescription meds for allergic reactions with her. Yay!!!! I take one immediately and half of the pack to hold me until I get to Toronto. Four hours later, the swelling starts to go down. A bit. A very small bit. Time for my next dose. Everyone that sees my face shows genuine concern. They are all relieved when I tell them it was an insect, and not a man. I start to introduce myself by saying “I got bitten by a bug AND my name is Sandra.” It’s easier for everyone this way. By lunch, I can finally see out of my eye. It’s trial and error in the field. My self diagnosis appears to be accurate. Cool.
I go back to my room after lunch to put a cold compress on my face.
I have had one of the Ebola songs in my head for the last week. It may be stuck in there forever. It’s so ridiculously catchy! I lay down on my bed, put the Ebola song on repeat and place the wet towel over half my face. Ebola. Ebola. It’s such a good song. When the towel gets warm, I get up to soak it with cold water again. I dance the whole way to the sink and back. It’s going to be strange to go back to life without singing and dancing all the time.
An hour later and it’s time to go. I look in the mirror one last time…yikes!!! I need to get my eyebrows waxed, my skin is in dire need of a gluten detox and I still look beat up. I immediately want to go back to not having a mirror again.
Seriously though, my face is huge. I look more beat up now than I did when I actually got punched in the face. That sucked. Oh well, I grab my bags and walk out the door.
As I go to load my bags in the van, I roll my ankle on the broken pavement. Under normal circumstances, I likely would have been able to find my balance but I am seriously top heavy with my bags. The whole thing happens in slow motion. Today is becoming a disaster in itself. It has been filled with a series of comedies that I will be laughing at for a long time. With all the extra weight on me, both my knees hit the ground hard. Followed by both my palms. I sit there for a second to assess the situation and realize that this is going to hurt later. I hear Claire, with her little British accent, “Are you ok, Sandra?” I think so. I get up and put my bags down. The only thing I can think of is how fortunate I am that I didn’t smash the other side of my face on the ground. I’m not sure anyone would have believed the bug story if the other side of my face was busted on the concrete. That would have been awesome. Luckily, I have no shame, so my pride is well in tact.
We drive to the next mode of transportation on the journey, the ferry across to Lungi. The cool breeze over the water feels great on my still swollen face. I’m used to strangers wanting to talk to me but not today. I know everyone is wondering who hit me, some ask, most just pretend they don’t notice. I guess this is one way to get the alone time I’ve been craving. I can’t stop laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. My palms are now bruised. My wrists are both sore and so are my bruised knees.
Going through all the check points with this face is interesting. The first medic at the airport looks at me and says in a very serious, slightly angry tone, “What’s wrong with your face?” I want to respond with “what’s wrong with YOUR face?!?” but people at the airport don’t have a sense of humour. “I got bitten by a bug.” Seems like an acceptable enough response, he flags he through after making sure I don’t have a fever. The next lady quietly asks “your face is swollen, are you ok? What happened?” “I got bitten by an bug, I’m ok.” Relief everywhere. Just a bug. No need to panic. I limp across to the gate. LOL. That’s a lie, I’m not limping at this point but everything really does hurt.
More of the swelling has gone down now and I can finally see where the bite is. It’s EVERYWHERE!!! My face was a buffet for whatever hungry beast attacked me last night. I count at least ten bites on the left side of my face.
After five weeks of potential exposure to a million terrifying things, a bug and broken concrete finally do me in. The only thing I can think is that I hope my mother doesn’t come pick me up at the airport. She won’t like this one bit. I take another pill and hope for the best as I board the first flight.
Next stop: Brussels.