When I tested positive for malaria, I was instructed by the doctor to head straight to the hospital, which I did, and I was admitted immediately.
To cut a long story short… I arrived home after only, fortunately, one night in the hospital, but I had to rest up and take strong medication for the next week. To put it mildly, the side-effects of taking the medication weren’t very nice.
During my time in hospital, I got to thinking: if I am suffering this badly from malaria, it’s in its early stages, and I live in a developed country with good healthcare, what must it be like for those people in Africa who contract the illness, and don’t have access to the medication they need? Malaria can be deadly, and judging by what I’ve experienced in a short space of time, it’s not a very pleasant way to go.
It’s given me the drive to do my bit. From my hospital bed, unable to sleep at 3am, I got in touch with Malaria No More UK
So it’s given me the drive to do my bit. From my hospital bed, unable to sleep at 3am, I got in touch with Malaria No More UK having spent some time browsing the internet on my phone. They responded enthusiastically, and I hope to continue to raise awareness and money for Malaria No More UK.