We stayed at a campsite w/some Austrians. Got high on Vicodin & crashed. This mornin' Brett woke up & after lookin' at his tonsills, decided to call his mom. They were huge, red & puss was comin' out all over 'em. (They're still lookin' the same.) They talked for a while. Even discussing whether or not we'd need to return home & have them removed, because the doctors there (his mom was workin' at the hospital) were sayin' it was life or death. & Brett has no insurance here, so he's be $30,000 in debt if he got it done at some hospital here. We decide to bike to Coos Bay anyway because Brett doesn't want this to stop him. He says he doesn't care if he dies. & so I cry all mornin' until we leave because I don't want him to die & I know I can't change his mind. (I also went into the biff at the campsite & prayed over & over that Brett would be okay. I don't know why I didn't write this in my journal. I remember it very well)
So we biked today, about 30 miles (& Brett got a flat tire!). We stopped in Coos Bay & Brett bought us a pizza & I called & talked to my dad- who is now MARRIED! & now, although we got about 2 miles from the Sunset Bay campsite, I bought us a motel room again 'cause it's wet out tonight & I want Brett to get good sleep & to stay dry. Goodnight.
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