Unexpected trip

I am in love with a Ghanaian. It is true. One more thing, it is a girl. Black and beautiful. Oh wait, she has ears that point out. A long nose. White feet (four of them). Yes. It is a puppy. I got her on Tuesday and I am already fearing for her life.
The first day I got her, the children that never leave me alone made her whine. I yelled at them and told them to leave. She, of course, was fine, but I can not have that!
The next day, she wont eat. Throws up when she finally does and guess what comes up with the food. Yup. She's got worms. Ewww. I have to clean that up? That stuff stuck to her butt, I have to wipe it? What? Yuck! So I decide that she could wait to go with me to Tamale on Sunday, for a meeting. I will take her to the vet then.
The following day, she does not eat or drink and water. Great. Okay, she needs to go to the vet yesterday. I decide to take her the next morning.
On the way here, I was sitting in the taxi, thinking, great, she will be okay, I will get her checked out, she will be great. Next thing I know, I have something warm and liquidy hitting my leg. Oh Crap! She is peeing on me!! I stick her out the window. Yes. I am an abuser. I stuck her out the window and she continued to pee. I though, great! I will wipe that off and everything will be okay! Great idea, sticking her out there. Where else would the pee go?!
Then I notice something hanging from her butt. Yup a big glob of worms. OH MY GOD THAT IS GROSS! You are staying out that window the rest of the ride (it was only a five minute car ride, I swear). I look down to my lap. Oh eww, there is a pile on my lap too! Oh boy. That is going to leave a stain. The cab driver sees all this playing out, my facial expressions, the dog out the window, and hands me some paper to get rid of some of the goo.
We get to the office, and I set her on the ground, pay the taxi driver more than I should, but I figured, hey, there might be some pee in your car and you gave me some paper, you deserve the extra 50 peswas (about 35 cents).
At the office, I come to find out that the vet will not be available for me to even call till three. Great. I can not leave Tamale so late to make it back to my site. I wait till three. Finish yet another book. Eat. Find out she loves eggs (log that away- eggs are cheap!). Finally, three rolls around and I call the vet. The lack of communication between Americans and Ghanaians is hilarious considering we speak the same language! Needless to say, it took some finesse to get the vet here.
When the vet finally shows up, I am relieved (for a very VERY short time). He looks at her, gets out some medication, then man handles her to the point of screeching (her, not me), then drowns her in water to make her swallow the pills. After that, he grabs her back legs and gives her a shot which she continues to cry for over a minute about, not wanting to be consoled. Oh! What are you doing to my dog?!?!?!
After that, he tells me that I have to administer the pills that same way once tomorrow and twice in two weeks. How the heck am I going to do that?!
She went back to sleep. All she does is sleep. Those damn worms are taking all her spunk. After a while, she woke, trying to howl like a mad dog (haahaa). Weirdo can not howl correctly. Instead, its more of a elongated whine.
Now she is fine (I think/hope). I just know I might have made a terrible mistake! She is way too darn cute not to love that I am way too protective. She is going to be a spoiled pup, but whats new there when it comes to the Field dogs?