After breakfast on day 99, Patrick’s dad told us he brought home a couple of flu shots for us both, which is a good thing especially since we are heading overseas in less than a month now. I was casually finishing my coffee when the next thing I know I had a needle stuck in my arm — not exactly my favorite thing in the world.
But I do it. I get vaccines because I don’t want to get sick or get some strange, potentially life-threatening, disease on my travels. Before I set off back in 2007, I spent hundreds of dollars making sure I had the proper defenses in line. Hepatitis A + B, typhoid, yellow fever, whooping cough… check.
Only, this is just a start to some of the freaky ass weird shit you can get when you travel, and with all the commotion lately from various fronts, I’m getting a little weirded out!
Take Nomadic Chick, for instance. The poor girl is in India, the capital of unclean, battling one ruthlessly strong case of staph infection. I really have to give it to her; I’d be in a pit of my own despair, but she comes off as someone (although struggling) still looking to the future and future travels.
Someone we know here in Sydney picked up a case of leishmaniasis, and oh my god is this not another skin-eating nightmare? He picked it up from sand flies while in Tunisia, and he is now still getting treatments for it months later.
Rob from Stop Having a Boring Life talks about his experience of getting malaria even while taking anti-malaria pills. It’s a very debatable topic, and I think I still stand by taking malaria medication because if it does lessen the risk, then that rocks. However, if it helps to also mask the symptoms if you happen to contract it, that doesn’t rock.
Shit like this freaks me out, and I try not to think about it… but the truth is that these risks are there when we travel. How do you deal with these risks mentally and physically while on the road?