About 6 weeks ago, I (Alexis) rolled my ankle. It hurt but I assumed it was just a normal sprain. Right before swearing in, we got an email asking if anyone wanted an appointment with the Peace Corps Medical Officer (PCMO). Since my ankle still hurt and kept swelling, I decided to go for it. After getting an x-Ray and going to the Orthopedist, it turns out I cracked a bone in my ankle. It's still mostly functional- I've been walking on it this whole time. But if I had gone in right when it happened, I would have needed a cast.
At this point, it's already started healing, so no cast needed. I have to wear a funky brace for four weeks, and I need 10 sessions of physical therapy, which is why I need to stay in Rabat.
You might now be at the point where you're wondering why Toby gets to hang out here for an extra week if my ankle is sore to usable. Don't worry; there's more.
In the past, I've had a lot of really extensive dental work done, including a number of root canals. A little while ago, one of my root canals that has a huge filling (okay, three fillings) cracked. Now, I need to get a crown for the whole thing. Because of my terrible dental history, I have a lot of pre-dental appointment anxiety, no matter how wonderful the dentist is, thus, Toby stays to make sure I actually show up to those appointments and can function as a human after.
All this being said, the PCMOs have been amazingly helpful every step of the way. And! The doctors in Rabat are amazing and speak excellent English (but they're still Moroccan! Hooray for supporting local business!)
And that's all. We move to site a little later than planned, but everything else is just moving forward.
And because every blog post needs a picture, here's Toby at the Museum of Modern Art.
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