Oregon Trail prepared me to be a Missionary

That image from the game Oregon Trail was the first thing that came to Kyle’s mind today when he heard my diagnosis. Yes... I have contracted my first illness here in Uganda: Dysentery.

Here is how it went down: On Thursday evening I started to feel real tired, achey and sore. By the time we got back to Micah’s house, I had a fever. Thursday night was spent either with the chills or sweating. By Friday morning, nothing had changed.  We had no idea what I had, but in Uganda, you don't play games with sickness.  Everyone's "policy" is to go to the doctor to see if you have malaria. So, off we went to a reputable clinic that was recommended by some of our colleagues.

After a couple tests and a few hours we had the results. I was given two pills that are supposed to get rid of the Dysentery within 24 hours. As of right now (8:30pm Friday night) we are on hour 8 of those 24 and I hoping that I do not have to wait for the rest of the 16 to pass by to get some relief.

All things considered, it could be malaria or something worse. Thankfully, there has been enough medical advances since the 19th century when it was estimated that more solders and sailers were killed because of dysentery than combat casualties, not to mention how many times I died, or one of my traveling companions died, or one of my oxen died on the Oregon Trail.  I shall live to tell the story!

Please pray that Kyle would not get this mess, or Trey or Erin.