My friend just got back from a month in Africa with a “mild case of Malaria,” he said. When I begrudgingly picked him up from LAX, I was like, “What the hell does that mean?” I remember thinking, “Is that like being ‘a little bit pregnant?'” There is no such thing, in either case.
That was Monday. Today, he is in the hospital, drugged up and very weak.
They say he will be OK, but needless to say, I’m completely freaking out. All he asked for was vegetable soup and I believed him when he said that he just needed to rest and drink fluids. I think he believed that, too.
Please say a little prayer for Mr. Francis.