Sorry for the lack of posting. For the last four days-if I haven’t been at work-dragging my ass around for eight hours-I’ve been in bed or forcing myself to eat. Finally ran up the white flag and found a doctor through my contacts at the Embassy. Appointment is tomorrow. It’ s is not that I feel that bad-its that I don’t feel right. Work generally goes OK-but when I get back to the room, the rack monster grabs me an holds me for dear life. And I am coughing like I did when I got pneumonia ten years ago. And it hurts when I do cough. Since I did not enjoy that experience-I am trying not repeat it.
I don’t even feel like drinking-so I must be sick.