Woe

Dear D,

Being sick blows. Hard. I went to an island off the shores of Phuket to participate at an English camp (more on that later, plus photos!), where I seem to have acquired a second, new intestinal infection. I feel a bit like I’m wasting away. Today I went to see the doctor again. His clinic would never fly in the US: he and his receptionist walk around barefoot and the sheets on the patient’s check-up bed are bright magenta, which totally clashes with the Western notion of white=sterile, clean.

Now I’m back home with more pills and antibiotics, wondering if I’m destined to be chained to a toilet for the rest of my life. I certainly hope not.

One important difference this time around is that I have season 1 of Glee on DVD, so being stuck in my bungalow isn’t quite so boring. What is boring is my diet: yogurt, bread and rice porridge.

M has something going on with her skin. We thought it might be ring worm, but in any case it seems to be some kind of fungus.

…we’re dropping like flies. When will this long night come to an end??!

Dramatically,

L