It is so hot in Haiti right now.
How hot, you ask?
Hotter than I can ever remember. Now, I am aware that memory of discomfort is very subjective based on the rule of recency. It is this very selective memory that allows women to birth more than one baby in my opinion.
And speaking of birthing babies. It's so hot it's almost as uncomfortable as natural childbirth. (Not that I'd know personally, but probably at least as bad as childbirth with the spotty epidural and cervical tear I had with my 9lb 7oz monster, Josiah.)
I am aware that it is only May and the four hottest months of summer await us. This uncomfortable condition is exacerbated by the fact that I am out of my beloved Gold Bond Powder. This has caused two problems. First, it does not allow me the perceived momentary reprieve from the scalding heat that is Haiti. Second, it seems that the "medicated" part of the the powder is not a hoax. Ask me how I know? Oh, how nice of you to ask. It's because I have what appears to be a FUNGAL infection in my ARMPIT. (Before you barf, let me assure you it's far worse to have it than to imagine it.)
I am trying to figure out why this year seems so much hotter than the previous two years and here's what I came up with-- The first summer we'd been here for such a short amount of time that if we complained too much people might think we weren't cut out for Haiti. (And, therefore, we had to keep quiet to trick people into thinking we are, in fact, tough enough for Haiti.) So we muscled it out with only some light-hearted complaints that we made seem more like jokes and light-hearted sarcasm. The second year we were so freakin' out-of-our-minds-PTSD-crazy that that the heat was kind of a secondary problem. That and we had Xanax. That helped.
This year, well-- the fact that we've passed two summers here means that there is no need to try to prove our tenacity. Add to that the fact that we're not crazy anymore (at least not AS crazy), which means no more Xanax. (Apparently extreme grumpiness due to climate is not a medical condition necessitating mood-altering meds.)
And so in conclusion, it would seem that we're actually no match for the scorching heat and oppressive humidity that is this tiny island nation. This, of course, leads me to the obvious question-- is a fungal armpit infection a serious enough medical condition to warrant the purchase of an AC unit as a medical device?
