The Native Iowan

Wednesday eve on this side of the planet. Election mania is real. Election hysteria is a possibility. But, as the guy falling down a 20 story building was heard to say as he passed the 10th floor… “…sofar so good…”.

I have been feeling quite ill the last couple days. There are external stresses to contribute, no doubt… life, family, buizzyness and business. Of course the. US elections attract a lot of attention and it do raise the angst. But this is not normal.

Last night was a rough one… I ache all over. Can’t lie comfortably. Toss n turn n moan n groan. Up from the bed and to a recliner, then back, then back. Then on the floor. Two rough nights in a row makes old farts unhappy.

I had a meeting to go to this morn but I felt terrible. meeting not until noon, so I’m showered n laid on other couch listening to the Election Results. I plan to text the guy I’m going to meet that I feel terrible, but I actually doze. A bit. Makes me feel better. I decide to go to my meeting.

It’s not far. I drive and as I’m tooling along it dawns on me… I am having a mild bout of Malaria. It’s the only answer.

I 3feel better having deduced the situation. It’s been ages and ages since I’ve had a bout of The Big M, so forgot the tale-tale is the aching bones, especially in the back.

I got home a few hours ago . Where ever I go, what ever I or my family do, we have learned to keep Malarial drugs on hand. It’s is a must if your’s is as “tropical” as my tribe is.

So if did a half dose plus some vitamin C and a Panadol. I sat/ lay quiet for a while. Even got a foot massage from Gracie.

Just had a deep hot bath, and must admit to feeling much better. I look forward to some sleep tonight.

So, screw the election. Thanks god for on-hand malarial-meds.

More later

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