Tuesday, December 16, 2008

On suffering from the flu in Cairo, Egypt

A lot of people I know have it at the moment, and now it’s here; it has been trying to get to me for a while but failed, however now it got me: I am sick. I feel like I have a cold. Or the flu. Something. My nose is runny and congested, my throat hurts, my eyes are irritated, I feel extremely fatigued, I have a slight fever, and my head feels very heavy. Come to think of it, my stomach is a bit upset too.

It has been a while since I was sick. I got a really horrible cold in Sweden this past summer; the boys and I all did. I guess our bodies were not used to the climate. Before that, I had not been sick since we lived in Belgium, where – over a period of 11 years – I had pneumonia three or four times, numeral colds and flues, and was sick several times each season. Not only is it extremely cold and damp in Belgium, but we all also worked or went to school, interacting with other bacteria carrying Belgium-exposed people.

Apart from a few Cairo-stomach episodes, we’ve been quite healthy here actually. And as miserable as I feel for the moment, when I compare how I feel now to how I felt most times in Belgium, it’s not that bad. I wonder what it is; does the pollution somehow kill all the bacteria in the air? Or does it numb your body? Do the water, the pesticides on fruit and vegetables and the dust somehow immunize us? What do you think?

2 comments:

MsTypo said...

I think it's a matter of balance. The gods decided to ban teh flu from the area since between teh pollution, bacteria filled water, and dead defying cab rides, there were already too many ways to make you ill in Cairo.

*chicken soup* I hope you feel better soon!!

Anonymous said...

must be the dry air instead of all that humidity. My 2 oldest have been so healthy here compared to in Holland. No more eczema and no more dust mite allergy (astmatic symptoms). It has been wonderful. Hope you will soon feel better!!!
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