I have a record breaking cold. Today I don't even know if I'm going to move, I might just sleep and work on the computer. Clare, a god send, is going to go out and get soup and drugs for me so that I can hopefully start to improve. I've been hanging onto this death virus for about a week now and it's gone through its ups and downs. It started with a terrible feverish onslaught one night. It was actually kind of amusing. All of the staff was at Hotel Cascada with the volunteers, and I told Alex that I needed to get home immediately because I was on the verge of passing out. About a half hour later, after rounding everyone up, I was shaking in the back of the car on the way home, unable to open my eyes because of the pain. The car stopped in front of the apartment, and Cosmo said, "no one is getting out of this car until we make a decision on..." I don't even remember what we were making a decision on, but she certainly asked me to put in my two cents worth. We eventually made a decision and I crawled into bed, still wearing my clothes. From there, things generally started improving- I started coughing, was able to swallow, and managed to move around and perform daily activities. Last night it turned bad again, though and I woke up this morning with one eye completely sealed shut and what feels like an ear infection. Yay for Honduras and incredibly vulnerable immune systems.
As far as good news goes- someone called me and left a message on my phone that I have no idea how to access. I'm going to assume that it was Dr. Galo and call him in about a half hour.