Dengue Fever.
A personal narrative.
Monday. Midday. I felt a little lethargic and thought nothing of it. But by late afternoon I was really putting in some effort. The monitoring and managing of our climbing students required my full concentration. With the usual ‘finish the day strong’ mentality I made it through and didn’t assign much seriousness to my increasing exhaustion, rationalizing it was just a long week of work; time being relative and all. After closing up I got on my motor-scooter and rode the short distance home. I can’t remember much of the ride. I think I remember making it home. I obviously did because my next memory is a few hours later, shivering in bed. I was wrapped in the only winter outfit I had brought with me to Thailand, and I was curled up under two bed covers. The bed cover in our house is not lightweight as Jay prefers the very cold aircon action at almost all times. It being the tropics here it wasn't an unreasonable preference. However, that night I had her turn it off and refused to turn it back on. I remember this was because the pain from the cold air touching my body was too severe. I was sweating profusely and the evaporate effect was… how to describe it accurately… extremely fucking painful.