I was sure I d be hale and hearty by now, but it seems providence and some parasites had another plan. Just as I was recovering, my scientific adviser went down with malaria - felled by a whining little woman, as many big men are. We dosed him up and sponged him down and did all that we could on a Sunday, and early Monday morning I rushed him off to the clinic.
Suggestion is such a powerful thing.
No sooner had the bead of blood welled on my fingertip than I felt headachey and exhausted. I met the pronouncement that I still have malaria with indignant tears. There is more than just the fundamental difference of training between us. Where Science yields gracefully to illness with a gentle smile and patient acquiescence, I am abject and fractious by turns. He convalesces considerately and well.