So I felt really sick on Saturday, sick enough to miss all of the soccer and crawl into bed at 7 pm. I woke up the next morning knowing that something was amiss and that I needed to find a doctor.
A friend have me a doctor's contact info and he came over in the afternoon. Not only did he speak English, his house call cost 20 000 francs. Luckily, it turns out I don't have malaria but some kind of angina that is turning into bronchitis-- hence the hacking cough.
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