It’s that illness we hope not to get on our travels or when we live abroad because we fear how damned awful it is…! And to an extent it’s true. The initial fever knocked me out for two days where I was oblivious to the world. I slept most of the time which is a godsend for me anyway. There was an obvious improvement to my health on day 3-4. And the the worst of it hit me-a fuckin rash that itched like hell all over my upper body. And it wasn’t red like on wiki-it was pus-filled tiny white dots-millions of them all over. The rash made me go to the doctor. I don’t usually go to a doc or take medication for flu. But this was obviously more. A blood test followed a diagnosis-dengue fever!!!
I’ve been on various saline drips for 4 days now round the clock. Every time my drip finishes or stops “dripping” electrolytes into my bloodstream, I’m off to the doctor/clinic again. More multiple injections and tablets.
My life consists of my drip, my trips to the clinic, and my friend bringing me anything I need-mostly food! Oh-and watching telly. Too weak to do anything else. And the drip needs to be up high (hanging from a nail on my wall)-so I’m stuck in my bed. Hopefully once the drip stage is over, I’ll start building up my strength again. At the moment even peeling an orange seems like sooo much effort….:-)