The bike show has been moved back until June 4th to allow time for television appearances. The bikes look great. One student is out due to typhoid, another due to snakebike.

I myself have checked into a hospital in Accra to try and rid myself of the malaria that has plagued me for the last 10 weeks. Interesting to see all the little things they do that they wouldn't do in an American hospital, or at the piercist, for that matter. Still, when it comes to sticking things into my body, I am as paranoid and demanding in the hospital as I am in the bedroom, so I feel safe.

I tested Malaria++. Most people check into the hospital at Malaria-, meaning the parasite has left their system. ++++ means you are dying. At my rating they were shocked that I walked in on my own two feet.

I'd been getting dizzy whenever I stood up. I attributed it to low blood sugar from the lack of food. Turns out that in all those weeks the parasites had eaten so many of my red blood cells, I had nothing to carry oxygen to my brain!

While acquiring for them a stool sample with the tiny little spoon, I had a flashback- I'm 15, scooping ice cream at Baskin Robbins, fetching someone a sample of chocolate fudge with the same tiny spoon. What goes around, comes around, I guess.