I was greeted this morning by Francis, informing me that we had a flat tire. After taking care of that, we picked up breakfast for the workers and headed to the site. I informed the workers that I was going to the clinic in Bolga and left Pok in charge.
I was happy to hear that my stomach wasn’t too soft for the water. Apparently a running stomach can be a symptom of malaria as well.
The doctor in Bolga prescribed me some drugs and told me to get some rest. When you have malaria, all you want to do is get out of the heat and sleep. I remember our chapter mentor, Dale Grey, would sometimes take a few team members back to an air conditioned hotel in Bolga to give them a break from “the line”. Right then, that sounded like just the ticket.
The first six hotels we tried were full, but the seventh had a nice air conditioned room where I could rest the day. I sent Francis back to Yua with fuel for the tractor and passed out.
Later on, Pok came by to check on my condition. He forced me to eat some rice balls he had prepared from home. It was the first time I had eaten in over a day. I thanked him and asked about the day’s progress.
The crew has finished the trenches and is now ready to lay the concrete footing in the morning. The work requires precise measurements and can’t be undone. I’m not comfortable delegating the supervision of this to anyone else. I can watch from the shade if I have to, but I need to get back to the line.
-John Yatsko
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