The beginning of "the week of hell"

I met Sergio in the morning at Central Park and we did our normal routine. I started to feel achy throughout my body, but I attributed it to “the big climb” on Catenango. I told Sergio several times that I felt very tired and my energy level was low even though I had gone to bed early the night before. After our Spanish lesson, I bought Sergio some lunch at a very American bagel and coffee café to bribe him to give me a ride to Avivara on his motorcycle. I remember feeling cold chills and oh so achy as we traveled over the cobblestone and obnoxious speed bumps, just about every 200 feet. While working with Gary on our website updates, I started to shiver and my lips turned purple at the edges (always happens to me when I’m freezing), but my skin was hot. Not long after, I was on the “chicken bus” back to my home stay.
It’s now Thursday and I’ve spent almost all of my time either in my bed or in the bathroom since Monday when I left Gary’s. It is not fun to share a bathroom with 5 other people with these kinds of symptoms! I did go with Sergio yesterday to get antibiotics and a lot of Gatorade. Other than being on a natural weight loss plan (just kidding about that), this sickness has been horrible. I have no energy, except to make it to the bathroom before my pants explode, which got me going pretty fast a few times, I must admit. I haven’t even had the urge to journal until now (although there were only a few things I could journal about and I don’t think people want details). As I laid in my overly hot room these past few days, I have thought a lot about everyone at home and how much I love my friends and family and the city of Seattle. I feel especially lonely now. Tomorrow I will go to a hospital here in the city to see what they can do for me.