ABSTRACT
The first time I had to stay overnight in the Peace Corps medical unit at Lomé, I had been in Togo about six months. I cut short my work on the Take Our Daughters to Work Day so Beatrice could treat a massive rash that mysteriously appeared on my back. The rash itched painfully, making it difficult to wear shirts, much less a bra. Beatrice was confounded: Shingles? A heat rash? Insect bite? Because nobody could figure it out, I was kept in the med unit, out of the heat, for nearly five days.
