Ghana day 10

Today hasn't been a great day. I went to bed early last night because my legs were hurting, and woke up to even worse pain. I gave work a go, but left early because I was having difficulty walking. Joe, our programme manager, managed to source me some morphine for 125 cedi (about £30) from somewhere: either it's an OTC drug in Ghana (which I could believe, given the crazy healthcare system), or he's got 'contacts'. Either way, it's in the same packaging as it would be in the UK with an intact seal so I'm not going to worry about which drugs trolley it may or may not have have fallen out of.

I've spewed up everything I've eaten today, including the chocolate spread on toast Ophelia (our official house cook, and unofficial house mummy) made for me. There are two positives to this: firstly, if I keep on emptying my digestive system all traces of Michael's chips will soon be gone and, secondly, I had a legit reason to miss the infamous Tuesday night Fante lesson with the scary 'Fante Master'.

The only interesting thing I've done over the past couple of days is visit Circle Market again to get some D&D sunglasses to replace my lost Ray Bon's, and mastered the art of hand washing clothes. Tomorrow a group of us are visiting the orphanage: I'll be taking all the donations you guys gave, and the other girls are taking food - which is apparently in very short supply at the moment. 

I'll leave you with this photo. Only in Ghana would you find a sign stating the bloody obvious, below a figure of the Mother of Christ, behind a statue of a naked boy wearing a Santa hat. I'm glad it's been clarified though... I wasn't sure what the rules were before I read it.

Love Emily x