My latest adventure…

…turned out to be malaria. And – yeah it is nasty! I know I’ve said it before, but now I have experienced it myself!

It all started with Frank last week. He got really sick and we figured it must be from the bush trip. A couple of days later C went down but nothing happened to me. I felt a little weird and a little nauseous that whole week, but nothing seemed to break out so I thought (and certainly hoped) it was just imagination. Then came Sunday.

Magda and I had been watching the game at Russell’s the night before, with a couple of glasses of wine ;) so I thought it was just a hangover. Not too bad or anything, but I was tired and didn’t really feel like eating. After meeting up with her and Pieter at Mar e Sol on the beach I walked over to C. By the time I got there I was really exhausted and was starting to think that it might be a little bit too much for a “normal” hangover.

Then it took about 4 hours before I was sick, sick, sick. Of course we had gone to Russell’s for the final soccer game, which probably turned out to be a good thing because Frank went home to get me medicine so I could start as soon as possible. But in halftime I had to ask C to take me home – I really needed to go to bed. That was one of the worst nights in my life! If I wasn’t sweating oceans I felt like I was deep frozen, all the time with this horrible ache in my whole body. Still, I must say I consider myself lucky since I didn’t get it in the hot season – that must be hell!

Both Frank and C are much better and they were even sicker than me I think, but thanks to Frank I got medicine very early and that probably prevented me from the worst symptoms.

I recovered quite fast though and am back to normal already.