Miami + Paris = Dakar

Bonjour de Dakar! I'm sitting here in the posh PC Senegal Office using free internet and find myself forgetting all of the things I had planned on blogging about over the past two weeks--my longest stint in the village thus far...which nearly drove me crazy. Anyway, I'm here in Dakar for xrays to follow-up from the sharet (or is it charret?) incident of a few weeks ago. Basically, it hurts to open my jaw to eat anything besides rice or millet (ie bread, etc), brush/floss, yawn, etc. It's also been pointed out to me by fellow Volunteers from my stage (ie who knew me before the incident) and our CD that I'm also not talking normally, like with a closed mouth, and Med was actually surprised that I couldn't open my mouth very far either. So, they are taking me to get some xrays and then figure things out, inshallah. I'm basically going to be away from site for a whole week since there's a Kaolack meeting on Friday, so I left Sunday AM with a nearby Volunteer and will be away from site until Saturday afternoon, probably. Oh well, gotta get things taken care of while I can. Part of me feels ridiculous that I'm letting some minor pain pull me from site so early on, but then there's the other side that says "hey, this is the body you will have for the rest of your life and PC is only 2 years, so get it figured out now."