Lent Day 36: Blogging in a time of malaria


Our heroine languishes in her canvas tent, a sarong covering her body in the midday heat. Patterns of sunlight pierce the darkness of her shelter and she is sure this head splitting headache must be malaria.

It could also be the fact that she has PMS and was woken five times by her daughter while she was trying to have a nap – a very very bad two piece combo.

Or its malaria…

Our heroine does what one does when one has a headache that she thinks is definitely something worse… and not the after effect of the RnRs she drank yesterday… she starts to relive every bad thing that’s ever happened to her. She also starts to catastrophize and think of worst-case scenarios. And worst of all she starts to write the imaginary introduction to a novel in her head.

She is sure that at some point the two myprodols will kick in and she will feel less anxious about the fact that there was a glitch in the matrix of the menu planned by several families on holiday together and that the tuna salad she had planned to make tomorrow will be better than the tuna salad Norah made today.

When you have malaria tuna matters, so does the hysterical shouting of five million 9-year-old boys from the swimming pool directly outside your tent.

Our heroine also notices that her laptop is about to die and she realises that she has not packed the charging cable. Its all going downhill from here.

She also feels sorry for the hero in this story, she suspects that he’s in for a rough ride this afternoon, what with her malaria and all…





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