Well, today's post will be short.
I'm dying.
I coughed all night until my sides hurt, my lungs are full of junk, and I cannot breathe. It is the sickest I've been in a long time.
We had to be up at 7 for our taxi at 8, but it didn't matter because I was awake all night. My only funny story is that Daysi said I needed Harambe, and I said I know, we all do. The world was a better place with Harambe. Turns out Harambe means cough syrup ... And when I explained the story to her she was appropriately mortified. We all miss Harambe, and now Cuba does, too.
Anyway, it was a three hour drive back to Havana, and we got to our hotel. Now not much works in this country, but the cough syrup has some kick. I took some cough syrup and slept the rest of the day, all night, until this morning at 7. Granted I was having coughing fits/seizures every 30 minute, but I was in bed for something like 20 hours straight. And I finished off the bottle.
I'm pretty sure I caught the Zika. The end.
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