4.17.2017

Journal, September 12, 1976 PM

I’m tired and I want to go to bed. In addition, I think I have some kind of parasites again. The symptoms are of an amoeba attack, but I don’t know where I could have gotten them from. I’m boiling my water at home, drink “Agua Crystal {bottled water}” at work, and have only drunk water in a restaurant once lately. But once is enough. Or maybe the treatment I took a while ago just set them back & didn’t kill the little beggars.

<I’ll finish my letter to Sofia in the morning.> I’m debating whether to ask her permission to go home for Christmas, or tell her I’m going - tough decision. As my intended she ought to have a say in what I do, but what if she says don’t go! I really need that trip home.

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