Sit Rep

July 3, 2007 |

Well here in La- La land my fever is gone, but I still feel like a truck ran over me. I’ll keep this short as I do not have the patience at the moment to concentrate much. Kind of hard between cleaning the snot out of my nose, sneezing attacks every 5 minutes and quite a headache. So I’ll just give a short update, pop another Paracetamol and crawl into a corner and die.

I promised Nan earlier tonight that I was not about to die, but I am not sure that she actually believe me, but as long as she don’t start selling off my fishing gear, it’s ok. She is suspicious about the story I came up with to avoid her asking if I saw a doctor today. I sort of managed to avoid an outright lie by telling her I was at the pharmacy and got enough medicine to cure a small nation in Africa.

If she only knew the state of a doctors waiting room here in La- La land she would not press the issue. If I was not seriously ill on arrival, I would be before I left.

Over on her side of the drink, things are going better however. Her mom has taken off to visit her younger brother in Chon Buri. So Nan is left alone at home with the kids. The hut is coming along well, and the inner ceiling is up and complete, and they have started applying the stucco cement to the walls on the inside.

She says that they are doing a good job, and that it looks good, but she is not sure if I will like it! Whatever that means.

She is still pretty sure she can have it “finnit” before I come in August.

Well, the Amazon river is coming out of my nose, so thats it for now.

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