Don't go to the Doctor in Ghana

This morning I woke up and half my sock was off and my foot itched.  My immediate thought was, "damn, a mosquito bit my foot!"  But upon closer inspection it didn't so much look like a mosquito bite.  I sprayed some antiseptic on it and went for a run (I was hoping the run might break it up a bit).  Well, that didn't really do much.  So when I went to class, I mentioned it to the program director who told me she would take me to the clinic after class.

Cut to some little shack with like old-school supplies circa some horror movie set in the 1930's.  Not. Cool.
So the nurse pulls out a thermometer which I knew I wasn't about to put in my mouth (she put it under my arm) and then she sends me in to see the doctor.

The doctor asked me what happened.  I tried to explain but I think he was a little hard of hearing.  Eventually we narrowed it down that I got stung.  The conversation went a little something like this...

Doctor: Something stung you?
Me: I think, kinda looks like it...
Doctor: What was it?
Me: Dunno...
Doctor: Were you walking in the grass?
Me: Um, no...
Doctor: What time did it happen?
Me: I noticed it this morning at like 7am
Doctor: Hmmm, so it happened before 7am...
Me: (Trying not to laugh and thinking to myself, "What is this, Nancy Drew?")
Doctor: Is it very painful
Me: Not really
Doctor: Well I don't think it was a scorpion then...
Me: WTF
Doctor: I think we should give you a tetanus shot
Me: NOT HAPPENING... (Was pretty much ready to bolt at this point)

He then proceeds to point to every part of my foot (except the bite) asking, "is this it? is this it?"
I'm like dude, its right here.  The big red spot.  And he then tells me, "oh, sorry. I can't see very well."

Lol. It was awesome.

On another note, the power went out twice yesterday.  Between that and the above, I think I've realized I'm really in Africa ;)