I woke up this morning with my stomach in knots. I didn't know if it was something I ate last night or what but, when I stood up and almost passed out on my floor I knew exactly what was going on. When I traveled to Africa Summer 2010 I contracted malaria. Other than the week of exhaustion I consider a pretty awesome experience. I just consider myself someone who got the full experience. The only set back is the outbreaks that happen. Last year I had one that kept me down for a few days. With that one I thought I'd find myself in the hospital. I had a high fever, I couldn't even lift my head off my bed, but I had to so I could go throw up, and when I finally stopped throwing up I slept for a full fourteen hours without medication.
This year was not nearly as bad. I actually never even had a fever today. Yes, I am exhausted and I haven't been able to eat much but it could be a lot worse. Hopefully by tomorrow afternoon I'll be back on my feet, which is necessary since I have homework. And since writing this is making me tired (yes I know, pathetic) I'm going to finish this post up. So it seems like a weird thing to be thankful for being sick but since this is going to happen for the rest of my life I'm thankful it was a mild case this year.
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