I endured a little more than a taste of Africa. I enjoyed the beautiful culture, people, the bush, and many other things, but also I had my taste of Malaria as well. From December 28 through to January 5 (where I was feeling much better that day, but finished my meds that day as well) I had two strands of malaria. What they were specifically I could not tell you. All I did while I was ill was eat maybe one piece of bread per day and a popcicle and lots of water. I would kind of describe it as the flu of Africa. Yes, people can die from it but people can also die from the flu in North America as well. I also may be a bit corny and wrote a letter to malaria for the future. It goes a little something like this:
Dear Malaria,
You are no longer welcomed in my body. You had your terriny for a week and so now you cannot take place in my body at any time in the future. There is no place for your brain thrashing pain, that makes me feel like I am getting hit in the face with a 2X4 24/7. No more sweating prefusely in places I didn't even know I could sweat and then in the next moment feeling frozen to the bone. The aches and pains you create will not make me stay in bed for days on end anymore. No more will you make me feel like poop. I am whole. I am well.
Sincerely,
Michelle.
Yes, I know corny. I did say that it was, but it is my declaration for the future. No more malaria for miss Michelle. Thank you everyone who knew about my sicky-ness and prayed so much for me. They were definitely heard and made me well!
