So this is a special update to keep you informed about the various hilarious ways that Africa likes to cause me pain/ tries to kill me.
So last night I am going to the shop that is near my house and I am trying to buy some ice. I say " ye zaabre" (Good Evening) to Assami (my friend and shop owner) and ask him if he has any ice. He apologizes and says no. I ask him if he at least has some bissap that is starting to turn into ice (or bien forme). He tells me that I have to look. There is a little girl who is near me and tells me that there might be some in the back.
I touch the first one and it is not that icy so I reach into the back and grab one back there... at this point I start to get electrocuted. Now, when I say electrocuted, I mean really electrocuted. This is not like the times when I have been shocked at my house by various electronic devices.
My body tenses and I am not able to move and I stiffen. I don't think I screamed because my mouth was tensed shut. I got electrocuted and couldn't move for about 5 seconds and the other people around me start screaming and Assami runs to turn off the power. I fall face first into the upright fridge and take out about 4 shelves of bissap/ zoom koom/ other various drinks and fall to the ground covered in said sugary drinks of various colors.
Two Burkinabe men carry me to a bench and start talking to me. I was impressed that after being shocked that I could still talk to them in French. They tell me I need to go to the hospital (across the street, literally). I tell them no and call my PCMO. The PCMO asks me to look out for electrical burns and stuff, but if I am not burnt... I'll live. I had the shakes for a good 10 mins afterward and felt like I ran 5K... at least I am assuming that is what my legs felt like, lord knows; I have never ran a 5K and have no plans of doing so in the future. I would also be worried about brain damage, but even if it was there... I doubt too many people would notice.
I feel fine now and the PCMO even called me later that night to make sure I was ok. I know that I am integrated because I just kept thinking, I need to go down and show everyone that I am alright; or they will think that Assami tried to kill the Nasaara. So everyone saw that I was alright and people feel better. They are going to get an electrician to look at the freezer.
The PCMO told me that I should write a book. That is bad coming from someone who has been doing medical work for over 20 years. What can I say... I'm my dad's son. We get hurt in hilarious ways that continue to amuse people for years to come.
Also it was fun because I got visited by 3 different groups of people this morning all making sure that I was ok. It goes to reassure me that I am integrated and they don't want me to die.
So the freezer electrocuted me and covered me in sugary colored drink, but I took out 4 of its shelves... I consider it a draw.