Chapter 37 34 Malaria attacks

In the morning, the feeling of physical burnout seems different than usual.After riding for about an hour, I found that I had obviously developed a fever.Stop the bike, stick the thermometer under the armpit, and it's 37.7 degrees.I still didn't take the preventive medicine for malaria. "I probably won't be able to escape this time." I murmured to Shinji. "Huh? Really? That's bad, this kind of country place..." Shinji replied. Shinji is also a cyclist who travels around the world. From Spain, he will meet him from time to time along the way.This guy looks really tough, but for some reason he hit it off with me, and we started riding together a while back.

He showed a worried expression and said, "Oh, let's ride slowly." Take a break every 30 minutes of riding, and take your body temperature every time, and you will find that the temperature has risen by about 0.3-0.5 degrees.This symptom of rising body temperature is undoubtedly malaria.In my mind, the appearance of malaria parasites in my blood vessels, multiplying every second, "Oh! Come here!", I still think it's a bit funny. Once the high fever approached 39 degrees, I started to feel dizzy, and I was not so calm.Looking at the map, it was nearly 20 kilometers away from a larger village.

"Can you still ride?" "I can only bite the bullet." I can only take a gamble to see whether I stepped on it faster or the malarial parasite split and multiplied faster.In my feverish state, I became light, like a falcon, and rushed forward. The only hospital in the village is a building that looks like an assembled hut. When you walk in, you can see the treatment tables covered with white tablecloths and the neatly arranged medicine boxes, which really create a certain hospital atmosphere.The most eye-catching thing is the refrigerator. As soon as I saw it, I was relieved. It made people feel "this hospital is fine". This hospital is probably the only place in the village with a refrigerator. They are very careful about keeping medicines!

Unexpectedly, the doctor who came out had no sense of sensitivity at all, he was a guy like a strange uncle.Although I was taken aback, I still reported the symptoms to him. By the way, the common language of many countries in West Africa is French. When I was traveling around Europe, I used the odd time of cycling to open the dictionary to study. Can already communicate in French. "This is probably malaria, right? But it's impossible not to check it." Uncle Wei said that he was a little sleepy, then tore open a cigarette case, wrote "3000" in random pens and returned it to me.

"That's medical bills." Three thousand CFA francs, equivalent to about six hundred yuan in Japanese currency, there is nothing to complain about this kind of fee.However, shouldn't treatment in public hospitals be free? As soon as I said "Give me the receipt", Uncle Guai scribbled his name on the piece of paper with "3000" and returned it to me. Shinji and I could only look at each other. Puncture the middle finger with a needle, drop a few drops of blood on a glass slide, mix some medicine, let it sit for a while, and then observe it under a microscope.Although it is said to be a "simple examination", the microscope took so long to look at, and the doctor tilted his head to think from time to time.Hello, are you okay?

Uncle Wei finally turned to me and said briefly, "It's malaria." I asked, "Which type of malaria is it?" There are four types of malaria, but the doctor said, "I don't know." He completely ignored me with a look of astonishment on his face, and said "it's hot to death", stood up and opened the refrigerator, which should be full of medicines, but unexpectedly, it contained Coca-Cola, and I almost fell off the chair. "Is it really malaria?" I pressed.The doctor said: "Jecrois." Translated into English, it is probably "Ibelieve",

Or "Ithink". --Hey!Did you make a mistake! Of course, this hospital does not have inpatient facilities, so we had no choice but to walk into the mango grove outside the village, set up a tent under the mango tree, and hospitalized ourselves here.Fortunately, Shinji was there at that time. He helped me cook three meals a day, and was also responsible for telling silly jokes to make me happy when I had a high fever.After resting for five days in a row, I finally got better, but the side effects of the malaria medicine were as strong as the rumors said. After the fever subsided, I would feel like vomiting for several days, and my consciousness was in a trance.

Yes, it must be a side effect of the medicine.Didn't he have other diseases?No way…… Shinji, who took care of me for the past five days, did not seem to be kind to me at all. I am really grateful for his gentleness.I thought, I must repay him well, but I didn't expect the opportunity to come three weeks later-he also got malaria! I also cooked three meals, and was in charge of telling silly jokes to make him laugh when he had a high fever.