Last week I didn’t feel awesome. Nothing specific, nothing severe, just not awesome. I attributed it to a busy clinic schedule, staying up 28 hours straight once or twice a week while I’m on call, plus the usual not-awesomeness I feel from my anti-cancer medicine. Thursday night as I was trying to find a comfortable sleeping position in bed, I realized that all my joints were achey, like I was coming down with something. But it couldn’t be malaria, right?... Read more