So, I've been grumbling about how the only way I'd be able to rest is if I get sick. Guess what, I got sick. But the sad part about it, I got sick while I was on field, alone. And I had to ride the motorcycle to get myself home because there was no one to pick me up. To make matters worse, it was raining.

Then I took just one pill and my face automatically puffed up. So even if my fever was 40.2, I couldn't take anything for it other than a lot of water and two ice bags whose ice melts the very second its placed on my head. I was hot baby, literally.

Plus the NatGeo people I've been waiting to meet since I started working are now here. I haven't met them yet. I was supposed to take them around the center last Saturday. Unfortunately, I couldn't stand straight and the world was spinning so I decided to stay at home.

And now, just when I thought I have good help with this darn project, my new accomplice, is hard to deal with - Stubborn and not really meant for field. I don't mean to sound cruel, I know I'm not exactly the epitome of a field person, but I adapted into the whole culture just fine. I want him to survive being a field researcher, and I’m willing to help him, if only he would ask. He’s making my life more difficult really. I wish things were different.

To be honest, getting sick is no way to get rest. But it’s a sure way to get me out of the field. I’m more tired now than I ever was. Maybe it’s really just because, like I told a good friend, I’m no longer happy. But maybe even that is such a huge statement to make.