Never trust the doctor

I kow I have been claiming for quite some time that I'm never ill, but I need to put a nearly in there somewhere. It all started last wednesday, after another nice but tiresome tour to the Salinas Grandes. I'd been feeling perfectly allright all day long, no sign of the often present fatigue during the 90 minute drive along Road 40 through the desert at high altitude, until later at night whilst having a drink with some friends on the standard wednesday - Barny Gomez evening.
The next day I started having fits of really high temperature, with sweat running in rivers from my body bringing my temperature down 'till I was shaking like a leaf.
Well, shit happens, so stay in bed for a day and it will be forgotten. Didn't count with the devil, and on saturday still no change in my situation, so I made the biggest mistake of my life, number 1: I called the paramedico. After 20 minutes and a shot in my bottom to bring the fever down she told me that this was no malaria, just angina and bronchitis, so she subsribed me some peniciline and tablets to control the fever. Then I made the biggest mistake of my life, numer 2: I actually took these pills.
Untill this moment I hadn't been eating for not feeling like it, the day after I couldn't eat because my entire mouth was infected. I blame it, not on the government, but on the peniciline. Today is tuesday, a week on, and I managed to get some milkshake in, water wasn't enough anymore for my stomach, even bought a "liquidora" to maybe try some soup. And tomorow, a white or a pink tongue, I start working again, it's high season, and I need to save for my trip. I hope I can talk all day long, dunno yet where they're sending me to.
After all, it probably wasn't more than a sunstroke. I'm going to get meself a hat and goggles.
Thumbs up in life! See yis in Aruba?