so. i got the fever. started yesterday.
i lie flat on my back under 2 blankets, 1 velvet throw and 1 (dare i say it) tree hyrax rug (53 pelts...) at midday. and i'm still cold.
i want to stand permanently under a hot hot shower.
i want to lie flat on the hot stones in the courtyard, face down, under the sun.
i am so cold.
the fever broke briefly last night.
the sheets were soaked.
it can't be malaria. it feels like malaria.
but as sal says, what about all the workers at the mosquito net factory who hale from tabora, lake victoria , tanga? all that needs to happen is for the wind to blow one teeny little mean anopheles mosquito, who has just had a fresh munch from a tanga leg which has malaria up our way - into the pink house on the hill and then nibble my ankle as i sit and blog to you all and bingo. well quite but still. chances of that happening are? she also mentioned a story about a man in london, who had never been out of england, who caught a taxi with an escaped anopheles mosquito buzzing about (must have escaped from someones bag returning from africa or india or wherever) - cold and hungry (the mosquito that is - far from home). and the man got malaria. not to make anyone panic or anything like that, you understand.
so if this fever persists i shall go for a blood test tommorrow.
i really don't want to. its horrible.
you stand in queues and queues of sick africans. there is nothing comforting or gentle about it except dr sheriff's eyes, once you finally make it into his room.
the laboratory is in the same grimy grubby place where i went for a scan when i was pregnant for the unbelievably third time. i saw the somali gynaecologist. who wanted to know why i had come for a scan.
me: well. to RE confirm that i really really really am pregnant, sans doubte, kabisa, 100%.
somlia doc:(looking ever so slightly perplexed) well. when was your last period?
me: um you know, i can't quite remember....?
he looked so taken aback that i didn't dare ask if this could possibly be an immaculate conception because i couldn't remember having any sex either?
i was pregnant. and not immaculately either.
am sure i already wrote about that. you see? fever does that to you...
right. back to bed. shivers descend. but first kitchen board.
Kitchen Board: Thursday (really really?) the 28th August 16:00hrs
Contributors: Janelle. Niamh. Gabby. and Bella (one of the puppies)
Comments: Niamh is our neighbour and she broke her arm while playing at our house. i, of course, told her she was perfectly alright and nothing was the matter and please stop crying mummy is coming home now and can you wriggle your fingers? you see? nothing wrong. now darling please stop crying how did you do this? what? you heard a "crack"? now don't be silly...blah blah blah. poor darling. she fell off the sawdust bags at the stables and really cracked her arm. 8 more sleeps apparently and the cast comes off. behind the girls is The List. ploughing on preparing for back to school time..lunch boxes, juice flasks...oh oh oh boring old school and routine....its a killer.
ok. panadol really is wearing off. sweat has run out and fever takes its grip...indeed. feel sorry feel sorry feel sorry for me..because i feel VERY sorry for myself...
toodely fevery pip and all that...bisous xx janelle xx