It seems like the only remaining evidence of my illness is the cough (which seems to be getting better). Wait, no, for the past few nights I’ve had woken up several times in a cold sweat (which isn’t fun, I’ve found).

I don’t think I’ll be going to Star Wars tonight. Staying up that late (the showing is at 1:00 tomorrow morning) would almost certainly make me sicker. I thought the chills had gone away, but they’ve come back within the past hour. I probably won’t recover till Friday. Darn. Being sick is not fun at all. Some of the missionaries I’ve talked to (who have recently returned from Thailand) have said I should count on getting sick a few times while out there. Oh joy. Hopefully none will be too bad. (“Guess what, Mom, I’ve got malaria!”) I’m not really worried. My cough isn’t better after all. My, these entries are incredibly uplifting and bouncy, aren’t they. I still have a few things I have to go to this week that I’d prefer to miss (because I’m sick), but I can’t, so I’ll just have to grin and bear it.