and then what happened?

After dealing with the medevac from hell, I just collapsed into bed. I was exhausted and feverish and just plain sick. I woke up hourly to drink water, I noticed that my bedsheets were soaked and my pj's were clinging to me like a cheap, used suit. I woke up in the morning and I could barley walk to the bathroom. I had to hold onto the hand rail. And I had the worst headache of my life. I surely had meningitis, I thought. I had to wear sunglasses to the bathroom because the sun hurt my eyes. More evidence of my impending certain death from Neisseria meningitidis. I had never been this sick in my life. My walk to the bathroom was exhausting. I slept an hour for every 5 feet that I walked. And my headache just got worse. Still bathed in sweat, I realized that I had to go to the clinic.  But, how to get there? Now the obvious thing was to call and have someone come and get me. But that never entered my mind. I knew that I couldn't walk that far, I would have to nap by the poo pond en route. I then spied the keys to the SUV that were still in my room. I had to brush my teeth. They felt like a cat had spent the night in my mouth. Teeth brushed, pair of pants on, socks and my Crocks on, I headed for the car. A slow, exhausting walk. During my walk I wondered if I had malaria. I was planning the labs that I was going to order on myself when I got to the clinic. It took ages but I finally made it to the car. I actually thought,"Please don't fall asleep while you're driving." I've never been so glad to have a 20kph speed limit, it was just my speed. As I  pulled up to the clinic I actually started wondering what I should say when I walked in. I quickly settled on, "I need to be seen." Short, sweet, and to the point. It was noon and the clinic was pretty empty. As I walked in one person started to give me shit about being late until he saw me. Then there was silence, the walking dead had entered the clinic. So Thackery, one of the new Medics took me in, worked me up and ordered the labs that I asked for. Luckily Dr. Sharp was there and took charge. He added an influenza A swab, just to be sure. And sure  enough, I was positive for influenza A. lucky me. The true flu. Son-of-a-bitch. At least I didn't have malaria. They started an IV on me and after a liter of fluid my headache, caused by dehydration not meningitis, started to subside. During the second liter we had a rocket attack. Of course we did. So me and my IV went to the bunker, then back to the treatment room where they covered me up with a blanket and I had a nice nap. After three liters of fluid I began to feel alive and got up and went to my office and read emails. Many pictures were snapped of my stupidity, I mean dedication. They took the IV out and I had a banana and an orange and Karki took me back to my room where I collapsed back into bed. I still didn't pee that much, that's how dehydrated I was.
We have other sick staff, none of them have tested positive for influenza A. Just lucky me. I had a steroid shot that wore off the next day. But thats' a whole 'nother story...