Then I met with a doc, got some prescriptions for bacterial bronchitis, and went to a hotel. I was still fevering, so when I rode my bike the couple of blocks I was wearing my puffy and my jacket. Also my head really hurt. I went to a hotel and went bed at around 5:00 PM with the heat cranked in my room.
I woke up and did not feel well. I ate a peanut butter and jelly tortilla wrap, and could barely keep it down, but I needed to eat because I had 85 miles to get to the next town where I could see a doctor. There were no real towns in-between where we were and Pullman where I was trying to get. I rode slowly for about 10 miles, and then stoped in some shade because my head was hurting, and I generally felt bad. I was in contact with Silvan and my mom, and I decided to attempt to hitch a ride. I got a ride from one of the first cars I tried to hail from my location to the intersection with 26. This guy was very nice, and told me about his days of hitching rides, and hopping trains. “A lot easer than peddling” he said. Next I tried to hitch a ride along 26 it was a four way intersection with two small side roads. I stood up with my cardboard sign when I saw a car coming, and after half an hour I took a nap from exhaustion. I was fevering again. After about three hours of no luck. I went to the caffe next door, and got a ride from the first people I asked. Jeuda and his mother graciously fit my bike into their car, and drove me to Pullman. Thank you two sooo much! Also you drive like a maniac, but in a good way . We got to my hospital in basically no time.