The Writer is Out There.

Zey suck your bllood and zey change your life forever!  

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Gwalior, the vampires have none of the cool SFX perks, like changing into bats, or invisibility in mirrors or what have you. I’m talking about the mozzies, obviously. Mysteriously, as the sun sinks below the skanky river, the vampyric flocks are out in force. They’re not afraid of garlic, or ancient holy symbols, and these guys don’t have to wait for an invite before they come into your abode. They’ll guzzle your life force and curse you… once you’re infected, you’re stuck with it for life. Kinda like a full-moon werewolf deal, gone wrong; you never know when the Curse of Gwalior might hit you again.

It’s not fair – just so you know – that some of the volunteers were rather lax in the anti-malarial department, whilst I take yukky tablets every week, and it’s me – ME – who gets malaria. *Pout*.

The whole thing started with what I thought was a nasty stomach bug. Nope. After 4 days of barfing every 15minutes, test results prove otherwise. And then the rest of it starts, the shivery-sweating, the shaking (so much that you can’t turn book pages), the prickly aching, everywhere. I wouldn’t wish it on my worstest enemy.

Thanks have to go to Maggie and Katie, both of whom created one-sided conversations with skill. And to Narayan, all round good-egg. I’m sure I wouldn’t have survived malaria without em.

Just hope I don’t have to do it all over again.