⟡ Another tropical fantasy reality check. ⟡
Greetings from Tropica, where we’re in the midst of an epidemic. My daughter got it. My maid got it. My maid’s children have it. All of her friends have it. Some of my students have it. The garage door repairman has it. Many of my friends have it. Everyone knows many people who have it.
It’s the reason so little is getting done in Tropica these days. Everyone’s home sick, really sick, with Chikungunya.
(Even Lindsay Lohan got it, back in January.)
Chikungunya is a mosquito transmitted virus that causes severe joint pain, muscle ache, fever, rash, headaches and lasts for a very long time. There is no cure. You just collapse into bed, feel like absolute hell and moan. You can take paracetamol but that’s about it.
Every time you think you feel better and get up, you get smacked down again. It goes on for weeks. And no booze for six months afterwards because the liver is compromised.
One little mosquito bite.
I don’t know why I didn’t get it. Knock big time on wood.
I wanted to share this real moment with you all. Tropica is not all sunshine and margaritas.
Now please excuse me, I’m going to spray on some more repellente.
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