We sent him to the doctors two days ago.  Deathly ill.  Barely able to hold his head up.  Sent his sister along to help him.  Hired the taxi since he simply could not make it without lying down.

Came back with a report today.  Looking much better.  Ran all sorts of tests.  Discovered malaria.  The obvious one.  Also typhoid.  Nasty stuff that.  And to top it off, amoebas.  No wonder he was so dreadfully ill.  There are many ways to die out here.  He's just dealing with three of them.  All at the same time.