SICK

Saturday night I went to bed early but didn't sleep well at all. For one, there was a mouse in my room and he was intent on eating my belonging. He had already chewed holes in my notebook, so I put everything that was paper up off the floor. But I could still hear him, so I took my bags and started distributing the things that I thought he might be interested in eating around the room so that I could hear where he was and then be able to take that item of interest and get it out of the way. I even put a couple of things next to the bed and that grabbed my running shoe. If he was eating close to me, I could swat him. To no avail.

In the morning, I found a sizeable hole in my t-shirt! Oh well. But besides the noise of the mouse and the smell of my shoe, the main reason I couldn't sleep was that I was coming down sick. BAD. My head was spinning out of control and I couldn't think straight. I had a fever and was sneezing up a storm. A nasty cold. I'm sure that it is the result of being severely dehydrated and exhausted from the journey. I was exhibiting some symtoms of malaria too, but it didn't quite feel like it. I decided to take the treatment (Arinate) anyways. I don't have time to wait for the cold to go away, then start treating Malaria.

By the end of Sunday, I had already decided to push back my start-date at least one day. Today, I am feeling somewhat better, but definitely lacking in energy and need some more time to recuperate.

I appreciate your prayers.