At first I thought it was travel fatigue. Then I thought that the new country was causing me some anxiety. I also thought that maybe I was a little bit homesick, which was making me feel a bit down. A casual discussion with a chap at Wassadou was the final nail. If only I’d had the hallucinations, I would have known instantly …
… Lariam and me aren’t exactly in agreement.
Once I had read the pamphlet, I realised I had a number of the symptoms, in varying degrees. I really should have known that the amount of anxiety I was experiencing just getting out of the car to go to the market wasn’t normal. I did realise I wasn’t quite as upbeat as when we travelled in Morocco and every day was hugely exciting.
Noel and Ping, the fortuity of having wifi at the campsite, and the wonders of Skype meant that I could at least chat to someone about it.
Now, I am trying to rid my system of Lariam, find an alternative anti-malaria medicine, and find a quiet place to recover.
Throw in the chest and throat infection, and I am not a terribly happy bunny at the moment.
Oh yes, got a pimple on my chin too …