Thankfully today the temperature returned to ‘normal’. A cool 35oC, which compared to the last few days of 40-something felt positively chilly. At least I will be able to sleep this evening and in my own bed.
We went to visit Marion this afternoon. They are keeping her in one more night for observation. She’ll be able to go home in the morning. When we got there she was sitting up in bed with a cup of tea chatting to her daughter, who had caught the first available plane. She was going to stay for a week to take care of her mother. Marion looked much better and her colour had returned. Her daughter looked exhausted and relieved.
After I had taken Mum home, I arrived at my place to the very smelly contents of my fridge. With the power being off nearly everything needed to be thrown away. I seriously contemplated breaking into my Ebola isolation rations for dinner. In the end I decided I couldn’t be bothered cooking and opted for Thai take away instead.
While I waited for my dinner to turn I watched the news. BIG mistake. It was full of reports of people dying of heatstroke and dehydration. Most were elderly. It seems many had been frightened from seeking shelter in the cooling centres by the false rumours that the centres were treating Ebola patients.
It was then that the events of the last few days over took me and I started to sob uncontrollably. I cried with relief that everyone I loved was still alive and well. I cried for the dead and dying. I cried for all the victims of Ebola in West Africa who stories were curiously absent from the news. I cried for the missed date with Richard. I cried because I felt so infinitely small and that nothing I could do here would fix what was going on the the world. I cried for me.
After dinner I went straight to bed and slept like the dead.