Sick.

So I stayed in bed all day yesterday. I basically quarantined myself. (I get bored easily.) It was not fun. I’m not nearly as feverish today, but I still feel crummy. And I definitely have bed bugs. I have some cute new bites/rashes from being in bed all day. Well, that and one time when I scratched my back I ended up squishing a doodlebug that was crawling on me. It was like something out of Brokedown Palace, if a roach crawls into my ear, you have my full permission to drag me early out of this country and take me to an American hospital where the nurses speak English. Now it’s mainly my throat that is raw and my ears are stopped up (or as Will would’ve said, “they keep turning off.”) Last night I had trouble sleeping because I’m still reading One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest and you’d be freaked out to if you woke up and couldn’t breathe through your mouth or your nose. The Chief had been talking about the fog, and I really felt like The Big Nurse was out to get me. I should also add that I had taken some Argentine over-the-counter medicine that, I’m pretty sure, isn’t approved by the American FDA. Now my ears really hurt. I wish I had some ear candles. And a neti pot. I doubt people here are into that sort of stuff. Too earthy. Man, I would kill for some ear candles. I wonder if they have them in Chinatown? I can’t make it out that far today. Maybe tomorrow on Dessert Day; I should be better by then. Or at least no longer bedridden. What a bummer of a weekend: no boliches. And I was invited to a polo game, a rugby game, and an asado. But no, I spend my days trying to sleep and coaxing pills down my three-times-too-small throat. I really hope I don’t have tonsillitis. Or the flu. Or walking pneumonia.