Road to Rwanda----"The works of God might be displayed in" us

  It has been an uphill climb since our really great flight home.   (Remember we had whole rows to lie down on the long flight between Ethiopia to Chicago?)   After getting in at 9 p.m. on July 5, I had tremendous diarrhea by the next morning.   This continued for 4 days. On Saturday night I was up to the bathroom every single hour.   Sunday   morning I started at an urgent care, who tested for covid (negative) but insisted I go to the ER because they could not make the tests I needed.   After many “unproductive” hours at the ER I went home, only to return 2 days later ready to give my sample. Of course the medical personnel were calling the Center for Disease Control, because I was flying in, sick, from Africa. (Who knows I could have been patient zero for the next pandemic?)   They promised the test results would follow me to my next location (from SC to MA) but they never have arrived.   At this point, I seem fine and I assume it was some sort of strange flu that no one else had/has