On 12 February I flew into Australia to surprise Clinton for his birthday on what was meant to be a quick, 10-day visit. Well, you know what they say - if you want to make the Gods laugh, tell them your plans! Four days after I arrived I came down with the symptoms of dengue - aching bones, constant low-grade fever, eyeballs painful in my head, diarhea and a headache. Oh joy!
So here I am, still in Oz! The doctor ordered blood tests, but the results don't arrive for a week, and he advised against returning to Tonga until I have a complete diagnosis. Today I am feeling much better, but let me tell you, it hasn't been much fun for the past 10 or so days! All I can say is that I hope it really IS dengue, because I never want to feel that shit again in my life!
Meanwhile, I'm stranded in a land of soy coffees and goat's cheese, unable to enjoy any of it because my diet consists of nothing more adventurous than boiled rice and toast! Talk about irony...
1 comment:
ewwww gross! That's really awful to hear Isa. actually our regional manager mentioned you were all sick when he blew through town and we were complaining about gastro.
I want to stay away from that type of sick forever.
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