The weekend took an unexpected twist. I woke up Saturday morning at 4:00 with diarrhea. From that time until around 12 noon, I had a loose bowel movement every ten minutes. I even vomited violently once. I called Elder McIver at the mission office and told him what was going on. At around 2:30, he and Elder Roberts showed up here and took Elder Millington and I to Tacloban. I was admitted to the Divine Word Hospital at around 3:00 Saturday afternoon. They hooked me up to an IV and took blood, urine, and stool samples. Then they put me in an air conditioned room with cable TV and a full functioning toilet. The only problem was the uncomfortable bed, and the even less comfortable pillow. I never really found out what's wrong with me. The only thing the doctor told me was that it's not an amoeba. I was discharged from the hospital today at 2:00 pm. It's Monday, by the way.
It's All Saints' Day. Everyone went out to the grave yard and cleaned their dead relatives' gravesites. Now they're all getting drunk.
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| This picture was actually taken a few minutes before I was discharged. I told Millington to take a picture of me in the bed and then feigned unconsciousness so I could send it home to freak out my mother |
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