Today I received a call from the PC doctor who told me that the Zika test I took a month ago when I was not feeling well was positive. I had Zika! I feel important. Like I am part of an elite club.
About a month ago, I woke up on a Monday morning with pain behind my eyes. I thought that I was dehydrated so I drank a lot of water. That didn't help. I googled "pain behind the eyes," and only got hits about sinus problems. My sinuses were fine. I went to work that day and the following Tuesday and Wednesday too. I didn't feel great but I wasn't in agony either. But I decided to stay home Thursday and Friday because by then I had terrible joint pain. My fingers and wrists and back were really painful. You don't realize just how many joints you have in your fingers until every single one is radiating red-hot pain. Though the pain behind my eyes was gone.
My friend Jan took me to the lab to get tests done and in the car it looked like I had a rash on my arm. It's a little hard to tell because with all the sun I get here, I am always kind of red anyway. And often very red. Often at school a boy will say, "Sir, why you so red?" I either say, "I'm red because I'm white," which always confuses them or, when the situation calls for it, I will say, "Because I'm ANGRY!" Though that happens less as time goes on.
So, I had terrible joint pain on Thursday and Friday and then was fine on Saturday. I even travelled on several buses up north that day and stayed overnight.
I know it's a little anticlimactic to learn that a month ago I had Zika. But a month ago I had Zika.