Nothing too exciting to report. Woke up, made coffee again, setup for brunch, made eggs, fried banana, baconi and toast on the coals. Had more coffee, stole some cookies from a conference that was hosted in the building next door (tee hee hee).
Cleanup, back to room, manage a few pictures, burn them off the DVD, make backups, write a few journal entries. Lay by the pool till sun obscured by clouds, head to room, afternoon nap. Feel pretty crap, fever, crap taste in my mouth, stomach running. Decide to go to hospital at 18:00. Go through the motions, Annelie gets tested also. Much slower getting results today, but I DONT have Malaria, even though everything points to the contrary. Do have some form of infection, which explains the fever. Doc gives us re-hydration sachets (salty taste, disgusting). I buy passion fruit mix-a-drink, which takes the edge off.
Lay in bed, pop 2 aspirin, fever coming down, order room service. Can’t eat any of it. Watch 2 movies on laptop, Bucket List and Marley and Me. Bawl my eyes out (hey, leave me alone, I’m sick!). During movies, appetite returns and I polish off the chow. Pass out by 02:00 ish, have freaky dreams about space. Bacon may have been involved.
Highlights: I DONT HAVE MALARIA
Bummer: Still feel shit.
[G & A], out
won’t you bring back all those colours to my dreams
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