Day 42: Déjà vu
Admittedly, I can be a baby when I get sick, but I’ve never considered myself a hypochondriac. Still, maybe I have some form of it that manifests itself only on long journeys. In any case …
After happily over-paying to get a taxi all to myself back to my auberge yesterday (a sure sign I was feeling unwell!), I collapsed in a sweaty heap in bed and slept for six hours.
When I awoke, I had a chat with the auberge owner: yes, I had a fever (38.8 this time – I little lower than the 39.3 in Mali, but I’d been taking aspirin to try and reduce it), and all the symptoms I remembered from four weeks ago.
Do I have malaria AGAIN? Is it me? Is doxycyclene just ineffective in this region? Or am I just getting some flu thing and over-reacting?
Who knows. In any case, the auberge owner is convinced it’s malaria and, now knowing the routine, I bypassed the doctor and headed straight to the pharmacy for exactly the same pills which I took last time. (Fate’s cruel twist here is that this seems to happen only on weekends, when clinics that could confirm or deny malaria are closed. So I’ll never know for sure).
I’m still pretty tired, but already feel enough energy to come here and visit the CyberCafe – which I officially consider the road to recovery.
So a few more rounds of pills and I should be tip-top again – just in time for the last week of the tour – and Ghana….
PS: Which reminds me: What have I been forgetting about the trip? What do you want to know more about? (safety, border crossings, shared taxis, nature, etc) - Drop me a comment if there is a subject you would like to request!