Monday, June 26, 2006  Green and Gold Malaria  Green and Gold
Malaria  by Rupert McColl  The day would soon arrive when I
could could not ignore the rash.  I was obviously ill and so I
called on Dr Nash.  This standard consultation would adjudicate
my fate.  I walked into his surgery and gave it to him straight:
"Doc, I wonder if you might explain this allergy of mine,  I get
these pins and needles running up and down my spine.  From
there, across my body, it will suddenly extend -  My neck will
feel a shiver and the hairs will stand on end.  And then there
is this symptom that only man can fear -  A choking in the
throat, and the crying of a tear."  Well, the doctor scratched
his melon with a rather worried look.  His furrowed brow
suggested that the news to come was crook.  "What is it Doc?" I
motioned. Have I got a rare disease?  I'm man enough to cop it
sweet, so give it to me please."  "I'm not to sure," he
answered, in a puzzled kinbd of way.  "You've got some sort of
fever, but it's hard for me to say