I’m sick again. This time, Luis tells me, it’s the Dengue Flu. Not a pretty thing. First a day and night of flu symptoms – cold sweats, achy body, the works – which worked it’s way into diarrhea and mean pains in my head. Not exactly headaches, more like my temples are playing ping-pong with electrical impulses.
I’ve pretty much been in the house for the past four days, which is a bit odd this time. I’ve been reading books – three whole books already – and watching English language TV. It’s been a bit of a reprieve from Mexico and my existence down here. So I haven’t much minded being sequestered in my room. Aside from the frequent runs to the bathroom to take care of my runs, that is.
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