The work begins

Picture a remote mtn Kenyan village. Really remote. Really. Got the picture? Well try again because it's even more remote than that. Now picture the rainy season-- nope, your picture should look more like monsoon season. And so our clinic work begins. I'm looking forward to meeting & talking with the people. Yesterday was a 7 hour ride here. Something else learned: Africans & Americans do not understand time in the same way. Not. At. All.
I slammed into the proverbial "wall" yesterday. Full force. I was nauseous most of the day (fun bus ride) and when I attempted to nibble some dinner I had to flee the room so I could enjoy an attack of the dry heaves--right in front of 3 natives. I have no doubt that they are now thoroughly impressed with Americans. I pretty much crawled through the darkness to my room, with the help of another woman. I think the combination of no sleep, dehydration and long bus ride hit me. I feel a bit better today, though very shaky.
There is mud everywhere, which reminds me that I need to make a later post about our sliding bus ride.
Please pray for health & energy so I can do the work that needs to be done. Oh, and the ability to sleep would be wonderful.