Posted on 12/27/2016 4:14:23 PM PST by Hostage
What contracting Zika taught one traveler about traveling fearlessly
I remember looking down at my polka-dotted legs as I lay by the pool of a small hostel in El Tunco, El Salvador. As I fought the urge to scratch, I counted the number of mosquito bites. Thirty-seven. I had thirty-seven bites on my legs, not to mention a few on my arms and the one driving me crazy on my back. I shrugged, sprayed my legs with more 99.9 percent DEET spray, and continued basking in the sun. A week after I tallied up my bites, on the last day of my trip to Central America, I suddenly felt feverish and exhausted. The flight home was miserable and I was plagued with a bloody nose and ears that wouldnt pressurize for hours.
Luckily, I had already scheduled a routine doctors appointment for three days after my return home. Between the fever and the full-body rash that developed, my doctor insisted on blood tests to check for various tropical mosquito-borne viruses. Among them: the dreaded Zika virus.
Now, anyone who owns a television, has access to the Internet, or reads the news knows about Zika. Images of small-headed newborns and warnings from the Centers for Disease Control (CDC) were plastered all over the place last spring, and it seemed that every time I blinked, another destination was placed on the do not travel list, due to Zika. At the time, I worked for a small travel agency and was well versed in Zika fun facts before traveling to Central America, but I wasnt planning on getting pregnant anytime soon so saw no reason to cancel my trip.
By the time I officially received a positive diagnosis for Zika, I had no symptoms. The virus had already run its course, which usually lasts about a week. I had been through a fever, which gave way to red spots all over my body, followed by pain in my ankle and knee jointsall within the span of one week. After that? Nothing.
The worst effect I experienced was the multitude of people who asked me if I was OK in a tone of voice that said yeah, youre probably going to die. No matter how many times I asserted that I was fine, I was always met with puppy eyes and disbelief. These people had been convinced by the intentionally terrifying images and stories all over the media that Zika was a horrific, life-changing disease. However, as it turns out, both the media and my concerned peers got one thing right: Zika did change my life.
Contracting the Zika virus taught me that all travel comes with risks. It could be the risk of terrorism, of danger, of getting lost, or of contracting a tropical disease. But with risks come rewards. If I hadnt risked contracting Zika, there is so much I would have missed out on.
I would not have felt the thrill of being surrounded by volcanoes in Antigua, Guatemala. I would not have experienced a rush of excitement as I reached the top of an ancient Mayan pyramid in Copan, Honduras. My taste buds would have never savored the wonder of the Salvadoran pupusa. Zika changed my life because I learned that I would gladly endure one week of illness in order to experience the amazing things the world has to offer.
Im no doctor and I cant tell you what you should or should not do concerning your own health. But if you are afraid to visit a place because of a Zika-related CDC warning, I can tell you that the risk can be worth the reward. If you and your partner are not looking to get pregnant in the near future, the Zika virus generally need not be feared. Only one in five people who contract Zika actually present any symptoms at all, and my own experience was not that bad. If you can live through the flu, you can easily live through Zika. The off-chance risk that youll both contract the virus and present symptoms is not worth canceling your trip or avoiding a wonderful destination altogether.
There will always be some disaster, some disease, some reason to stay hidden at home, but with so many amazing places to see, cultures to experience, and people to meet, traveling abroad is worth the risk. No virus is going to hold me back from experiencing the world, and it shouldnt hold you back either.
Bullcrap. There’s no food in Venezuela.
Good grief, encephilitis case and she has no idea.
Central Am is not my cup of tea. There’s other spots I’d rather be.
Her spray of 99% DEET would have killed me, not sure about Zika would do.
BRIANNA RICE is a freakin’ idjit.
Any bets that she is also HIV positive?
She has that kind of logic.
I Got Zika and I Will Never Be the Same
What contracting Zika taught one traveler about traveling fearlessly
An Experts Tips for Minimizing Your Zika Risk
Things you need to know about the virus to protect yourselfand the ones you love
www.afar.com/magazine/an-experts-tips-for-minimizing-your-zika-risk
They said the same thing about VEE (Venezuelan Equine Encephalitis) fifty five years ago. We all survived.
Doesn’t she have any liability for writing such tripe? She is unqualified to be giving this advice, I think.
And both can be sexually transmitted.
Those neighbors to the Zika-carrier don’t get a say in which mosquitoes bite them, pregnant or not.
Surviving is a spectral process.
None of us gets out of life alive.
It’s how we live in the meantime, the quality of that.
I would bet there was a lot of suffering in the aftermath of the VEE epidemic. Many survived but did they thrive? Isn’t that a legit question?
Sounds like a modern day Typhoid Mary. Lets catch diseases and take ‘em home to spread around.
There is food in Venezuela but be careful what you eat, there is no toilet paper.
You forgot to mention ebola...
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Be afraid!
Be very afraid!
Be willingly controlled by the ‘wise’ thuggery of government out of control.
Pass.
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I just had a dazzling, gorgeous thought: for 8 years, Liberals in hospitals are going to be awakened by nurses on the hour asking who the President Of The United States is.
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Look at the list of enslaved surfs on this thread.
Koolaid lovers.
The entire purpose of the Zika fake news was to give Obola cover to deliver millions to his cronies.
“Vacation in the Appalachian mountains.”
Great idea,but if you hear banjo music run.
I have to wonder too.My muffin top detector went off.
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