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I woke up after a fitful night’s sleep not feeling 100%, with a cough and nausea. But Nadege was showing her work at her school this morning and I really wanted to go with Jon, Valentin, and Regina to support her. Unfortunately, by the time we got in the car to leave the house, I was running a fever and the nausea was getting worse. I don’t need to go into details here, but let’s just say the car trip on bumpy roads is not ideal for someone with the flu.

We got to her school in Port-au-Prince and everything was set up very nicely. She had her own table displaying all her work: wedding decorations. Everything looked beautiful. Here are a few pictures:


(Valentin and Nadege)

The drive home was worse, flu-wise. Unfortunately Jon had to go to school for me and administer the oral exam today. Liz is home sick with the flu, too, so we both had to send in our designated hitters. My theory on how I got sick: the whole straddling the roommate ordeal I’ve written about. She got sick first and then sat behind me on the moto, up close and personal. Just a unproven theory.

I’ve spent the rest of the day laying in bed. (It makes me think of living in a dorm last year. Weird parallel, I know, but hear me out. Laying on the top bunk and needing something below or needing to go to the bathroom, I say to myself “how badly do I need this” and weigh all the factors. With the bathrooms being down the hall in the dorms, the same factors and decision making process were in play. I don’t want to do all the work of climbing down or walking down the hall unless it is absolutely necessary.) Watched “Forgetting Sarah Marshall.” Stole Regina’s fan. And I have decided that Haiti may, in fact, be the worst possible place to be sick. Being a trillion degrees out and running a fever is just. so. hot!

I need to muster up the strength to fix some duct tape that fell off my window “screen.” I don’t want a bug party in my room tonight as I’m already sacrificing my legs in shorts.

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