Dengue

Some ask how to pronounce it, some make it into a joke. Some days I do too when I need a break and have a little hope.

The fever that almost killed me, I didn’t know what it was. It made itself known to me and caused a big buzz.

Every 2 days came with different symptoms, some more frightening than the other. No one to come rescue me, not even my mother. Alone in Bali, yet there was hope. Kindness from strangers and people around helped me along my way. Friends and family checking in, they assured me I would stay.

How to trust when my body feels like it’s failing me?

My liver and kidneys fought, my fever rose high and a rash filled to the top.

Everyday the doctors would test my blood levels.

Most days they would change in the unhoped for direction and I would panic a little further.

One day surrender came. To my body, to the country, to the people. “Your body is not you” many people said. Everyday I couldn’t keep anything down was a dread. On day 9 I got a little better and was told I may get to go home.

How to do a 26 hour journey while sick and still alone?

The theme of my life you see is I do not give up.

I got on that plane made it home and my boyfriend picked me up.

I got home and slept for 4 or 5 days, I think people are still worried. So am I because my body still does not feel mine and maybe it’s not, yet that’s another story.

Previous
Previous

The Pit

Next
Next

Time passing by