ice cream and omens

I'm sitting in Port Vila at the moment, recovering from a case of...well, something. We (the Peace Corps doctor and I) haven't exactly pinpointed it. We've been eliminating diseases left and right, which is basically how everything works in the medical field. Many times all you really know for sure is what you DON'T have. Anyway, I don't have lots of things. I've learned that I have had Mono before(something unbeknownst to me) so I can't have that now, I don't have HEP B or C (still might have A...don't know...probably not), I don't have Leptospirosis (a bacterial infection that comes from rat piss...that's lucky because rats LOVE my house), I don't have malaria, and I don't have AIDS. So the way I see it, I'm doing pretty good.
The reason I left site and came to Vila is because I was sick. I was weak all the time, I didn't have an appetite, I had dark yellow pee, and my eyes turned yellow (jaundice), I felt like sleeping (and many times did) after every meal. Anyway, I thought that I had hepatitis, which scared me, so I called up the doctor, and she didn't disagree. She told me to come in, and we could check things out...Test some blood, take some R&R. Now, we have decided that something is NOT okay with my liver. Either from kava, or melfloquine (anti-malaria medicine), or from another antibiotic called Fluxicillen, which can cause jaundice/hepatitis/general liver problems (one of those "rarer" things, but the closest thing to a diagnosis that we've come up with so far). Oh, and I've had an open wound (a boil) on my foot (right smack in the middle of my tattoo) for about 6 weeks now. This is something that I've begun to consider as some kind of omen the more I think about it and the meaning that I vested in my tattoo, being that the boil has pretty much desicrated a critically important symbolic part of the tattoo, thus changing the whole meaining in a way (although I won't go into all that). But artsie-fartsie tattoo philosophy BS aside...
...things are on the upswing. I feel much better now. My open wound is beginning to show signs of "closure," and now I have energy. I just have to let my liver heal. No kava, no beer, for at least 6 months. this shouldn't be hard considering there are no refrigerators on the outer islands for cold beer, and kava tastes like shit. So, it's no sweat off my back to quit that altogether.
I have about 3 more days here in Vila, where I can eat litres of ice cream to my hearts content. That's been my own personal "custom medicine" while I've been here in Vila...A litre a day. I've almost tested every flavor now! But this is not gluttony, rest assured. I am really eating all this ice cream for the containers. Good tupperware is very hard to come by in Vanuatu.