Typhoid nightmare

Two days ago I had an hour-long conversation with one of our medics about his life, his future plans and everything like that. Finally, he told me that a UN health officer had informed him that there is a Typhoid fever spreading around among Afghanis in this area. He said he already has several patients; the weather is changing so it’s the perfect time for tropical epidemics. He explained to me the symptoms in a very pictorial way. Then he told me if he catches the disease in its early stages he can treat it within a couple of days, with antibiotics injection and oral pills, apart from that in the meantime the patient is suffering a lot. This is a third world Muslim country: the hygienic system is crap and people are often touching each other, shaking hands, and they pass the bacteria on.
“How can I avoid from shaking hands but keep good relations with locals?” coz hand shaking, it’s like mandatory.
“You can’t really,” he said, ”but always use hand sanitiser after shaking hands. You have to be careful.“ Then we said good night.
On the way back to my hutch I was thinking about what he said and about the symptoms. I suddenly remembered that my interpreter had been sick with some stomach problems in the last couple of days. Eventually he appeared today but he looked bloody weak...fuck...

Then I slept. I got up in the middle of the night. I was shaking and my forehead had sweat a lot. My stomach was uncomfortable. I had the symptoms of the Typhoid fever. I got up, went to the bathroom and watched myself in the mirror. It’s must be a fucking bad dream I decided ...so I went back to bed. I woke up again in the morning and the symptoms had disappeared. Luckily it was only a nightmare. But extremely intense.