10 July 1999

We worked on Thursday (8 July), but I was sick again on Friday, and I'm even worse today.  Elder Surowiec figured that, since we're missing proselyting hours anyway, we might as well go to Tacloban today and get my toe operated on.  In addition to that, he thinks he has chicken pox.  So we called the office this morning and told them what's up.  They said that nothing could be done before Monday, so we have to wait until then.  In the meantime, we've been ordered not to leave the house.  We're a little upset about it, but there's nothing we can do.