No change. The nights are awful, but the days aren’t terribly bad. Most of my time is spent lying in bed halfway between consciousness and sleep. Still, I can’t wait to get better. I’ll shout for joy when I’m well. Two of my friends have their missionary farewells tomorrow. I really want to see them before they leave, so I may go even if I’m not better yet. I’ll just sit in the back and try not to die. Luckily I don’t have anything (other than farewells) planned for the next few weeks, so I won’t have to cancel any more appointments (I hope). I’ve already missed institute twice, though, and I don’t want to miss it again.

A friend told me that I could find my Thailand entrance date on my visa application. Good thing I haven’t sent it in yet. (My passport arrived today, as did the letter from my mission president. I’ll turn in my visa and passport stuff pretty soon.) So, I arrive in Thailand on November 4th. Which means I’ll be in the MTC for eleven weeks. Wow. I thought it would be just eight. Two months and two weeks. That’s how long my friend will be there, too, however, so perhaps all missionaries headed to Thailand stay for the extra three weeks. Probably because the language is so different. I haven’t checked with any others yet. I can’t wait to get better so I can start eating Thai food…