People ask me about my experience in Africa (not Ghana) a lot. I usually say something like, "It was awesome," "Very different" or "The people were great." These sound a little cliché, but they are true. What I don't normally say is, "Great, but I think I've got parasites" or "I've been infected by a Saharan snail." Not very digestible tidbits for passerby.
I did, however, shout these suppositions at the gym after diagnosing myself on Web MD. Somewhere between the swaying of my new blubbery arms (exaggeration) and the realization that I am potentially the mother of over 300 parasitic babies, I lost it. Luckily, everyone beside me, except for my best friend, was wearing headphones and did not overhear my threats of a mass snail genocide.
I'll find out later this week if my web scavenging was correct. If so, this will definitely be a poor testament to my first try at motherhood and a tragedy for all the little slugs my younger brother once considered best friends. Here's to hoping bloating is one of the symptoms. Some tips for future travelers: don't swim in fresh water, avoid suspicious street food/drink and wash your towels. If you plan on going to Africa and would like more details on the actual name of this pest, feel free to ask. In the mean time, just know it can always be worse.