it's spelled U r t i c a r i a
“Can you spell that?,” I replied.
With arrogance and disgust, the response came, “What do you need a doctor for if you are just going to Google it?”
I was hoping for some medication and to be on my way but then another response came…
“Do you want me to put something up your butt or would you like an IV?”
“Butt or IV?”
“I’ll take the IV.”
It was spelled U r t i c a r i a
I typically catch something while I’m in Africa but this was new. I was glad it wasn’t malaria but this wasn’t great either. As I laid on the hospital bed, the questions certainly crossed my mind, ‘Would I come back to Zimbabwe again? Is it too much on my body to do this every year?’ And then I let the questions drift away quickly as nonsense.
For what to give your life to than something more than yourself.
For what to give your life to than those you love.
The only way to not come back would be if I were to give my love elsewhere.
And love isn’t built overnight. It’s built over time. And over time, love deepens. So to come back is not a question. How long I can wait until I come back is the better question.