So, yeah, Anh ca Hoa Minh has viral bronchitis. When I got sick on Christmas and had the same symptoms that he did in the week following, we figured he had shared with me. Khong sao! Don't be tired! (We used that quote a few times this week. It was really appropriate given that everyone was sick.) I get bronchitis all the time, and as the week wore on, I decided it was absolutely the easiest case of bronchitis I have ever had. After a week and a half though, my ears started to hurt, and I started to think maybe it was bacterial, so Em My Hoa and I went to SOS, an international medical clinic near the mission home which is frequented by sick missionaries. Honestly, if you walk in there with a missionary tag, they don't even ask for your insurance information because they know what to do. Who should we find there but Chi Ly and Chi Dao. Anh ca Hoa Minh and Anh ca Sang had been there too. If only Anh ca Tu and Anh ca Minh had joined us, we could have held an impromptu district meeting (we didn't have district meeting this week because of zone training).
The elders were there because Anh ca Hoa Minh had been getting over bronchitis, but then it started to get worse again. He and I both had to get chest x-rays. His was clear. Mine was not. Anh ca Hoa Minh was just getting a little inflamed again. Both of my lungs looked like they were half full of cotton, so we didn't have the same thing after all. Em My Hoa freaked out to Chi Ly, then to Anh ca Hoa Minh, then to Sister Moon, and everyone was totally having a cow because I had pneumonia in a third world country and they wanted me to go to the hospital and I thought that was silly because I have had pneumonia before, this is the wimpiest pneumonia ever, and I hadn't had a fever in over a week. Then the area doctor in Hong Kong called me. True story.
Fortunately the area doctor agreed that I should take some Tylenol and I would be fine. I still wasn't allowed to go proselyting though -- I wasn't even allowed to go to church! -- so we had a sleepover with Chi Ly and Chi Dao at our house so that Chi Ly and Chi Truong could go be missionaries and Chi Dao and I could stay home and pretend to be sick people. Actually, Chi Dao legitimately felt unwell; I just felt ridiculous and bored. However, my father in his infinite wisdom, excellent timing, and otherwise great awesomeness had sent me a package for Christmas a little late containing a medical guide in Vietnamese and a John Bytheway CD, so we were all set on Sunday! Chi Truong told Chi Dao to remind me to eat (I wasn't allowed to fast) and then Chi Dao and I listened to the Best Three Hours of the Week and Anh ca Hoa Minh's iPod all morning. Hey, Mom, remember that time in fifth grade when they thought I had chicken pox a second time and they said I couldn't go to school for a week and then it turned out I didn't have chicken pox (or anything else for that matter) and you were like, "Umm...why did I keep you home again...?" It was very much like that.
Best quote of the week "The Khmer sister commented on our unity. I think it's due to the fact that we are a simple people. It's 4 20 on a p-day and we are all dressed in nice clothes, sitting on the floor in the chapel watching one of our sisters play with monkeys." - Anh ca Sang (Chi Dao was playing with Monkeys in a Barrel, not the actual monkeys that live near the French Embassy.)
I'm sorry for the lack of colons in the previous paragraph, but I'm using a Japanese keyboard and I haven't figured out all the punctuation marks.