when all through the house
Not a creature was stirring
Except for me because I was writhing in a feverish hallucinatory netherworld
My girlfriend and I had been planning our magical Irish Christmas since October and it was nearly flawless. We sipped hot cocoa and watched a snowstorm blanket Dublin. My friend Ciabhan invited us to his dad’s Christmas Eve party, which was complete with Gaelic Christmas carols and a tree decorated with real candles (equal parts beautiful and terrifying). Back at home, we made our own tree out of a pizza box (less impressive, less flammable), went ice skating, drank mulled wine, and shared some great meals. The day after Christmas we made plans to travel to the Aran Islands. We had visions of hiking along the stone walled paths, along the cliffs swirled in fog and legend, and then popping into the pub for pints and ballads. Then my body temperature made a swift sprint for 103*f (Not in the initial plans). We swapped our island adventures for snotty tissues and cold compresses, and after two nights of sweating like I was doing pushups in a sauna, I am happy to report that I am back in the 98’s! Just in time to start my Malaria meds, woot woot. I have two more days left in Ireland, enough time to rescue this holiday visit with my significant other. Then it’s on to Accra! Hope everyone is having a healthy holiday season. More updates as soon as I can get a good connection in Ghana.