Wishing for Death in Thailand: Malaria — By Jennifer Shipp

Wishing for Death in Thailand: Malaria — By Jennifer Shipp

John is sleeping mid-day, evidence that he is, in fact, very sick…

You know you’re really sick when you shit yourself.

I won’t say more about that, but I do want to point out that, malaria is quite a trip. A lot of people don’t realize that malaria is a long-distance journey. It can last for years if you’re not paying attention to yourself. Like all parasites, it brings people down in cycles and then loosens its grip insidiously to allow timely returns to seemingly good health. Basically, parasites feed off of a person’s denial. No, I’m not sick, you say to yourself. I’m better now. But you’re not. You’re not better. The parasites are just reproducing. They’re preparing for their next big performance. And believe me, you’ll get sicker if you try to deny it.

It’s only a matter of time before things get serious.

After traveling to mostly undeveloped countries over the past decade, our family has been stricken with all kinds of interesting illnesses. Having survived all of them up to this point, I would say that I’m a collector of disease experiences, I suppose. Not an avid collector. But I try to make the most out of the awfulness by regarding disease-states as similar to difficult journeys. And I suppose, going a step further, I could say that I collect ways to cure these diseases without using the modern medical system. Malaria is no exception.

In reality, most tropical diseases aren’t easily cured with “modern medicine”. The antibiotics available for most tropical diseases are hit-or-miss. They lose power quickly as microorganisms develop resistance to them. And if you catch something amoebic or protozoan or whatever in a far-off land that’s two hours downstream from a tiny fishing village, a boat ride from the airport, and a three hour flight from a small rural hospital, you’re kinda screwed if you don’t have a back up plan of some kind. Hopefully the local tribe will come to your aid and pour herbal remedies down your throat between pukes and feed you some rice and bananas (or a suitable substitute) until you recover “naturally” from the horror.

This is where it can be a real lifesaver (literally), to carry certain, obscure medicinals everywhere you go.

On this particular trip to Southeast Asia, I packed only three bottles with us to treat every possible disease we might catch. These two bottles can literally treat almost every infectious disease you can think of from HIV to Ebola. Two of the bottles were substances that have to be mixed together to “activate”. The other bottle enhances the effects of the other two. Both are powerful by themselves. But all of these substances are scandalized on the web. They’re bad, bad, BAD!!! If I were to tell you what they are, and if you were to look them up by doing a Google search, some very “reputable” sources would claim that my medicinals are like drinking bleach and industrial solvents.

You have to know how to search for real information about medicine and these days, it isn’t easy. Digging takes time and it can be hard to tell the difference between what’s true and what’s bogus. Unfortunately, a lot of bogus information ends up being strongly supported by major pharmaceutical industries because the bogus information makes worthless, harmful medicinals “profitable” despite their ineffectiveness. After spending the past 10 years as a medical writer, I’ve learned to tell the difference between political bullshit (propaganda) and what I regard as The Truth. But ultimately, everyone has to decide for themselves. I’m writing this article merely to encourage folks to follow their intuition rather than falling prey to the propaganda.

But I don’t want to dwell on all that. People scoff at my three bottles, but my three bottles cured our malaria within 24 hours after we came down with the first bout of trembling and fever. I mean, it was a long 24 hours. Neither John nor I thought our digestive systems would ever be the same again. Lydian went out scouting for a hospital when we started having trouble standing up. But despite it all, there was a moment in the middle of the night when I was shivering over a glass with my two dropper bottles thinking, “Now I get to prove that this stuff works on malaria.”

The day after we took our concoctions, we still were not 100%. We laid in bed, unable to sleep or even rest. Our bodies ached. Mostly we felt like hell. This was the detox phase when the pathogens die and rot before being purged from the body. When Lydian found a hospital that would treat malaria, John and I put ourselves together very reluctantly to “go out”. The process was arduous and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to make it down the stairs to a taxi.

At Bangkok Hospital in Chiang Mai, nurses with contact lenses that made their eyes look super-dilated took us first to the gastroenterology doctor, a waste of time I would’ve disputed had I had the energy. I knew exactly why they sent us there first: because they could charge us an extra $200 if they sent us to the wrong specialist first. I knew we had malaria. We’d been having fevers off and on for months. In my feverish stupor, I thought back to when the fevers started and it was around the time we arrived back in Guanajuato from a trip to Chiapas. Recurrent fevers are a very malarial feature. I knew this, but failed to recognize it until we got really sick in Chiang Mai. That happens to people a lot which is how malaria maintains itself. The fever comes. The fever goes. And after the fever goes away each time you think, “cool…I’m well again,” and you go on with your life.

Slowly, the life drains out of you. It’s a losing battle.

Then, one day, you start shivering and sweating and…you find yourself wondering if death is coming for you.

Yes, that’s malaria.

My point to this article is that there’s a cure. And in fact, this cure cures other things too. Like diabetes and cancer, herpes, and HIV. HA! You don’t believe me, do you? Well that’s okay. Go your merry way. And I’ll go mine.

But if you want to know, I’ll tell you…

If you’re curious and you want to know what’s in my med bag, let me know ([email protected]). It’s not a secret. I’ll tell you about my magic potions, but I won’t open myself up to judgment on my three little bottles. Nope. I’ve tested them and they work. You can order some for yourself and test them too. They’re widely available and, in fact, it’s likely you’ve consumed the activated version of the medicine in the first two bottles already as a component of purified water. And if you’ve ever had an organ transplant, that organ was stored and kept alive by the contents of the third bottle.

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