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| The day after I last posted, it rained. There is no house next door on one side. In the past, someone has removed soil from the block (when they build a house here, it needs to be elevated above the ground. I assume that's what happened next door), leaving a large hole that fills with water when it rains. I call it the swamp. You might think that sounds horrible...to live next to a swamp, but it isn't. Wildlife is attracted to the area, with birds and frogs all attracted to the (almost) permanent water source. It does dry up during the dry season, but as soon as the first rains arrive, the frogs and toads dig their way out of the mud and begin a cacophony of songs to celebrate the arrival of the wet season. My ensuite bathroom is adjacent to the swamp, and at night, when the amphibians are calling in the hope of finding a mate, I join in the chorus, mimicking the calls coming in through the open window. I imagine myself as a sexy female frog and answer by repeating the same sound and repetition even though I am likely seen as another male. Nada gets a laugh out of it all. We are both sick with a virus. Last year I became sick and went to the pharmacy to get a COVID test kit. It was positive, so I isolated for a week. It took around four days before I began to feel better. Now, I cannot see the point of buying an expensive kit and testing for COVID-19. Attitudes have changed, and no matter what this illness is, we will stay home, rest and drink plenty of fluids until the symptoms disappear. Yesterday, Nada went next door and gathered some vines from the swamp. She made a concoction that she assured me would help alleviate the symptoms and the fever. I don't think we have COVID-19, and once she had the green liquid completed and I smelled it, I decided to persevere with paracetamol instead. Today, she looks and feels far worse than I do. This could be put down to a few things. My immune system may be stronger than hers. Or perhaps she doesn't tolerate illness as well as I do. I'm taking on the role of good partner, despite my inclinations to tell her to harden up. I am supporting her as best as I can under the circumstances. |
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