Some time passed, and I woke to the doctor checking Will.  They began to ask questions (mostly with their hands) about his situation.  I tried to explain that he had vomited.  The doctor makes a motion with his hands.  No, Will didn’t have diarrhea.  He made a vomit motion and began to point to colors in the room.  I pointed to the color closest to what I remembered the vomit being.  He points to the clock.  I point to the time we ascended and made a driving uphill motion, pointed to the vomit time and made a vomit motion, acted as if I passed out and pointed to when Will became incoherent.  Will was contributing a little during this time, but the poor guy could barely keep his eyes open.

I took the doctors hand and pressed it against Will’s forehead.  “Temperature” I said.  “Ah, temperature,” he repeated.  He spoke to the nurse who returned with a thermometer.  At that point I became very worried with the professional practices of the hospital.  I can’t go to the doctor with a hangnail without getting my temperature checked.  How can they assess Will’s condition and not even take his temp?  The doctor then left, promising to return later.

Ok, so this photo doesn't exactly match the blog, but I have no photos from inside the hospital. Somehow the two asses in the photo seemed to fit the shot story though.

Sure enough Will had a high temp.  The nurse went to the medical kit and pulled out a needle.  Filling it with a mystery elixir, she walked over to Will.  “Will, they need to give you a shot,” I told him.  Will began to roll up his sleeve.  The nurses quickly said, “Niet,” and pointed to Will’s butt.  The shot wasn’t going in the arm.  I laughed and told him, “roll over buddy.”  The nurses giggled as they stuck him in his cheek.

I then went back to bed and started to shiver.  The nurses talked with each other and walked over with the thermometer.  It was my turn to get my temperature checked.  The nurse nodded when she took out the thermometer, and I asked to see it.  102.  A high fever.  The two nurses chatted, then laughed loudly as they motioned for me to roll over.  My turn to get the mystery shot in the butt.

I later found out from the director of the charity that it was likely only a vitamin shot and nothing else.  Not exactly the best cure known to modern medicine.