Back in La Paz and a lot can change in two years. Not only has the city changed (WHITE TELEFERICO ANYONE) but so have I. My mind is in a way different space. I have overcome a year of anxiety and depression…2016…what a crappy year. I am more serious than the doe-eyed 21-year-old who arrived two years ago with an eager heart to serve others. With that said, we can totes talk about all those details later…why did I come the first time? Why did I come the second time? Right now we have to address more pressing issues…such as the fact that I am 97 percent sure I found parasites in my poop like over an hour ago (writing this on 4/6/17) and all I could think was “here we go again.”
Week three in La Paz and I have introduced what I am sure are pinworms into my system. The thing with living in a developing country and contracting any infection or sickness of the sort is that the patient zero or “epicenter,” as I like to refer to it, is hard to place. After my encounter of a strange kind with the alleged parasites, my mind flooded with a million possible ways I could have contracted them:
- Perhaps it was that bag of uncleaned coca leaves I got from that lovely hostel owner during my trip to Isla del Sol.
- Or it could have been from my first week when I decided to make tea using boiled tap water as opposed to bottled water.
- Or it could have come from contact with one of the many impoverished children I interact with almost daily.
- Perhaps I didn’t clean one of my veggies or fruits well.
- Or from contact with a dog or another adult.
The listicles and possibilities are endless. You may be grossed out but I can tell you that is the life I live. Although I’m bummed I may have intestinal parasites, I am not shocked. I expected to contract parasites…though not this soon. I am curious about food, people and experiences. The more curious you are, the more costs you have to count for your curiosity. Some of those costs includes sickness: parasites, diarrhea, etc.
So what did I do next? As coolheaded as I would like to be…I ran over to Papa Google to find a natural remedy**. What I found, or did not find, only reassured the fact that I would have to return to the U.S. with plus ones in my body. Another cost of living in a developing country, especially one what is not too keen on commerce with certain countries***, is that you have to do without certain “basics.” Such as Dove hypoallergenic soap, ground turkey, wormwood, and grapefruit seed extract****. So I despaired a bit, missed the comforts of home (being able to have anything at the click of a “confirm order.”), and went to my local clinic to submit a stool sample.
In this case I am lucky because the remedy (medicine) I need is available but not in the way I would like. Making do with the little I have is something I learned during my first stay in Bolivia. Surprisingly, the minimum always ends up being enough. I realize that I do not need half of what the media, and my envious nature, offers me on a daily basis. Upon returning home after my first couple of months in La Paz two years ago, I remember feeling drowned by the overload of options at the aptly named Giant Food store near my house. I solely needed the bare necessities. Although visiting Giant still overwhelmed my senses, within time I sort of adjusted. For my second visit to La Paz, I looked forward to having access to those bare necessities. I knew I could “go without,” adjust quickly, and actually be truly happy.
Parasites are the worst. Update on that in future posts.
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**I like to go the natural route before using medicine. Anticucho
***ahhhemm…US (Bolivia is not too keen on US business).
****Natural remedies to get rid of pinworms.
Photo details: March 25, 2017 at Isla del Sol on Lago Titicaca, Bolivia.