Don’t let the names confuse you. Chikungunya is a tongue and body twister, while Zika is its pandemic imposter. Both originate with the Aedes aegypti mosquito. Both have similar side effects and which will strike you down for weeks and months.

The saga begins with itchy eyes. A pressure at the back of your head and the swelling of your lymph glands. You have this insatiable thirst and nagging headache. You may confuse these very early symptoms with a hangover.

I was bitten somewhere between the mangroves of Barú island and the post-torrential sand of Cartagena’s Bocagrande. Both perfect breeding grounds for this potentially life-threatening pest.

I never saw my mosquito bite, though. It was so surgical, so perfectly executed that only three days after I returned from Cartagena did I fully develop the first major symptoms of a Chikungunya infection.

”I stared in horror at the bathroom mirror. I was covered from neck to toe in a fine red rash.”

By day four, the “hangover” sensation had dissipated. The headache became localized at the back of my head. I felt feverish. I took to Bogotá’s streets in a sweater. My body temperature was within normal range, but the chills and nausea began to stop me in my tracks.

I aimed to walk in a straight line, but lost all sense of distance and focus. I thought I might have the onset of a stomach flu.

On day five, I stared in horror at the bathroom mirror. I was covered from neck to toe in a fine red rash. It was sensitive to touch, but not itchy. As I am not allergy prone, the onset of the rash betrayed a deeper, more sinister, symptom. I waited until nightfall and headed to Emergency at the Sante Fe Hospital.

At midnight and after complete blood work, I was diagnosed with Chikungunya.

The only way to overcome it? Two Tylenols a day, a powerful antihistamine and two weeks of rest. To keep track of the spread of this public health issue and inform the health authorities, the doctor filled out the obligatory paperwork.

It gets worse. Much worse. The body rash lasted a few days, but became concentrated in my hands and feet. When I took a shower or washed dishes, my skin tingled and felt numb. I couldn’t quite detect “hot” from “cold.”

Then the onset of muscle and joint pain. My hands became swollen and palms itchy. In the morning, my legs wouldn’t react. I had to winch myself out of bed.

Besides the physical manifestations, the virus is a neurological demon. It preys on emotions and flattens one’s concentration levels. My dreams did turn to Technicolor, though. I noticed I had a short attention span. I began to forget in a flash the most routine of things, such as where the coffee lives or where my bank is located. I even struggled putting words together in a conversation.

They don’t tell you about these behavioural changes when studying the symptoms of Chikungunya or Zika. But I noticed them straight away. I felt different and to those around me, became more distant. My usually jovial self was hijacked by outbursts of aggression and irritability. I lost interest in everyday happenings. All I wanted was sleep. So I slept.

I have often looked back to try and identify the original source of my infection. There is one protagonist in all of this and it flies and feeds: Cartagena’s emblematic “Maria Mulata” grackle.

While sitting in the leafy garden of the Hotel Caribe, I rose early for their breakfast buffet. As I feasted on omelette, fresh fruit and breads, I stood up from my table to order an arepa de huevo. When I turned back to look at my table, a black grackle was picking at my eggs.

I managed to frighten off the creature and debated whether I could continue with the same plate of eggs. I did. It could have been a big mistake. Grackles eat mosquitos and “Marias Mulatas” feast on the Aedes aegypti. Maybe, just maybe, the virus went from beak to breakfast and into my body. I will never know, but I will always harbour this doubt.

After more than two months of muscle jabbing and oppressive joint pain, I seem to have “crossed back” to some sense of normal. I still struggle with stairs and taking long walks. But “normal” after this spate of the Chikungunya takes on a whole new meaning for me now.

 

  • Frances Sayer

    Some people want the trip of a lifetime yet there is always a price to pay

  • Amyris

    I got chikungunya in October 2015 here at home in the Virgin Islands. I had extreme weakness for 7 months, and I think my attention span is still affected, along with residual arthritis in my wrists and ankles. Yet many people had scarcely any symptoms at all; was that due to a lesser viral load, or individual immune response?

    • Richard Emblin

      Thank you Amyris. Yes,it’s still very much a mystery who some get a serious reaction and many don’t. I am sure more information will surface in the weeks and months ahead.

  • Maria

    My mother was bitten by a mosquito and ended up with the Chikungunya virus when spending time in Nicaragua. Since October 2015 she has been suffering from the result of the virus. The one that has persisted is the rash that is almost all over her body. She has seen by her doctor and dermatologist and still hasn’t found any medicine that can help her to release the itchness. According to doctors in Nicaragua it will take many months for the effects from the Chikungunya to go away. It’s terrible to see my mother suffer.

    • Richard Emblin

      I am very sorry Maria to hear of your mother’s illness. We hope she begins to recover fully soon!