|Hardcore hospital - Wojtek and me|
Well, it's official - I got malaria. My guess is when I stayed at Jalou's place in Conakry [link], because it was exactly ten days after this that I got sick (which is the estimated time of being infected to when symptoms first occur).
I vomited, I sweated, I had diarrhoea, I sweated, I was cold, I had the worst headache of my entire life, and I sweated some more. Oh, and I slept through most of it - completely unable to muster enough energy to think straight, never mind move.
|Seka in the testing laboratory|
Thankfully, I was still with my travel friend Wojtek, so he made all the decisions for me. The hospital I went to, where I was given IV drips and medication, probably gave me more diseases than I first arrived with.
And that's all I can describe. I was sleeping the rest of the time.
|The "clean" needle cabinet|
On Room Island [link], the French expat hotel owner's child contracted malaria and three days later she was dead. She was just three years old. Children are just too weak to deal with the disease.
Getting malaria myself forced me to learn the harsh truths behind this disease. According to the World Health Organisation, in 2010 alone, malaria caused an estimation of between 660,000 and 1.2 million deaths. So why is it one of the biggest killers in the world? Considering the fact that there is both prevention (using mosquito nets, repellent, or medication) and a cure, this question is answered very easily: poverty. According to different sources, around 90% of these deaths (in 2010) occurred in Africa.
With both cheap prevention and a cure available, deaths from malaria are avoidable with funding put in the right direction. It's very simple. Doesn't it make you wonder why it's not happened already?
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