The lab technician came out with the results–I was negative for Dengue!!! Awesome. I was so excited, despite being extremely fatigued. OK, well then what the hell was it? I had literally never been this sick before. Perhaps it is a horrible Central American type flu that just beat my weak American immune system up. I didn’t know and I was a bit confused by what the results actually said.
I did, however, understand the note the doctor gave me instructing me to pick up the prescribed medication at the pharmacy. We headed over to the pharmacy desk and grabbed a handful of rehydrating salt packets. I asked Juancito where I was supposed to pay and he explained that it was all free, but that I could put money in the donation box if I wanted to. I grabbed a handful of bills from my pocket and put them in the box, extremely thankful for their services.
I got home and went straight to bed. The next day my skin started getting little red itchy bumps everywhere. I mean all over my entire body.
What the heck was going on with me? I knew that the rash could be a symptom of Dengue but my blood test said that I was tested negative for it. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that almost every symptom I had had was a symptom of Dengue. Were the test results possibly wrong?
I got out of bed and showed the staff the rash that covered both of my legs as well as the negative test results from the hospital the day before. Right away, as if a light bulb exploded in their head, they immediately widened their eyes and took a huge step back as they said: “Sarampión”.
What the f*** is Sarampión?