I was supposed to ride along with the Loaves and Fishes team this morning but could not get out of bed because of a blinding headache and nausea. Migraine? I have them very rarely – the most recent around this time last year.
Craig came into my room and showed me this:
I just received an email that Craig has been diagnosed with Rickettsia africae, aka African Tick Bite Fever. It was caught early so he will avoid the fever, sweats, and headache and sometimes worse (apparently death and serious complications are rare, but can include encephalitis, pneumonia and damage to the brain and heart).
Just returned from a full body inspection and found no signs of inflamed nodes. I did, however, identify some untoward sagging and bloat around the middle. If the African Tick Fever doesn’t get me, middle aged spread will.
Lady Kennaway has taken a turn for the worse. There is excessive redness in the area and swelling 0f the lymph nodes.
The necrosis is spreading. Despite a sandwich and hot soup, Craig is having chills. He is resistent to a hot bath lest he exit in even worse shape.
Editor’s Note: Despite increasing pain and fever, Craig has the wherewithal to comment about the photo above, “That picture of my leg is heinous! It looks like an ass with a tiny hairy anus with the cheeks spread in a funhouse mirror.”
Consulted an expert (Google) and this is what crawled up Lady Kennaway’s skirts.
Craig is awake and flatulent. Unsure about whether this has to do with the African Tick Bite Fever or the camembert cheese.
The following day
Update: I am pleased to report that Craig appears to have made a full and miraculous recovery from the African Tick Bite Fever. In fact, he competed in a triathlon (and placed third!) this morning.