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shades of unwellness ~ April 3, 2003 - 5:36 p.m. so I've not been well... all week, really, in varying shades of unwellness. yesterday it was this mysterious, crushing fatigue that felt like a thousand pounds of dead weight on my back. today it feels more like an incipient cold. but, whatever. I get the sense that it's just my body doing its periodic housecleaning, and not some tropical scariness bugaboo. you live with that, in a place like this. the fear that any illness could be serious, could be fatal. especially now. the epidemic still has not touched us, which makes me wonder if I'm not a little insane for planning a holiday in hanoi. pii mai, the lao new year, starts at the end of next week. we've got some time off of school, so I'm going to vietnam. going to see toan. yes, it's true. much as I would like to experience pii mai, which I understand involves the throwing of much water and paint, I'm craving love, craving intimacy, and there's this unexplored connection just a country away. and according to the world health organization, it looks like hanoi pretty well has their outbreak contained. no new cases in the past week. and toan says no one he knows has been sick. and synchronistically, he has time off from work. from his tour guide job. because people are scared to travel. not me, though. don't ask what makes me take the stupid chances I do, safe in the belief that as long as my instincts say it's okay, I'll be fine. I have maybe just a little too much faith, at times. but instincts, and faith, have served me well. I'm following my heart to hanoi. just don't tell my mom.
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