The Light at the End of the Tunnel

I am writing this with a feeling of a new lease on life. Today is the first day I have woken up without any feelings of affliction. I am still generally without energy, I have sweat rashes all over my body and I'm skinnier than you could probably imagine, but I'm well. I am off the meds and eating pastas, breads, soups and rice.

There was never a formal diagnosis from either of the doctors but my treatment mirrored that of my host-brother's for typhoid, so I'm just going to go ahead and say I had typhoid. It was the absolute sickest I have ever been but I managed to pull through. My favorite reaction to the news was from my friend Andrea, "didn't people die from that on Oregon Trail?" Yeah, but they also didn't have paracetamol, ofloxacin and acetaminophen. I did tragically, however, happen to lose an ox while fording the river.

I want to sincerely thank all those friends and family that showed their support through phone calls, texts, emails, facebook posts, skype messages, posts to my blog (both from anonymous and otherwise), prayers, well-wishing, courier pigeon and any other form of communication encouraging my better health. It was easy to feel alone, sitting in my bed for 7 days straight with no one to talk to, but your reminders have proved to me that I am never alone and I have a massive web of caring people around this earth rooting for me and nothing, I mean nothing, is more touching than to feel cradled in that.