Tuesday 14 July 1998

I haven’t gone into the orphanage again today. Although I am not sick I am terribly weak. - more than I realised. I cannot stand without a wave of nausea and dizziness rushing over me.

There does not seem to be anybody around. Some workers from the orphanage came round with a whole basket of food and drink which was so kind of them. We couldn’t talk to each other but I thanked them a lot. Later a different lady came over who spoke a little English. She told me that all the volunteers get sick and that the sisters were praying for me which was nice. I have slept and eaten a little and read Bev’s book which takes on a whole new meaning now. I really want new bedclothes now as I was sick on them last night. I will try asking again later.