The next morning, Thursday, I still felt horrible, and we went to go find some acetaminophen. If the medicine worked and we felt good about it, then we would go on The Village tour of Nan Madol. If not, we would go home and I would spend the day in bed. The tour that The Village Hotel provides, by the way, did NOT include driving for an hour and a half and then down those awful back roads, like I did the day before (see here for Part I). A guide would take us via boat, not vehicle, to Nan Madol, and there would be no wading in waters fraught with sharks and Portuguese Man o' War siphonophores. Of course, Andrew still got stung . . .
But, not getting ahead of myself, that morning we went to Genesis, a very pinkly painted hospital run by Filipinos, which is a functioning hospital that I would have admitted myself to if I had gotten worse. The Pohnpei hospital, I heard, was . . . out of commission since its roof had caved in. There Andrew found some acetaminophen and my fever started dropping rapidly. The guide said that we were in no hurry, since it was only going to be our family on the tour (which we had already paid for the day before) and so I waited to feel better. Andrew was weirdly inspired to bring a thermometer on our trip, and we watched in astonishment as my fever plummeted over the next hour. I started sweating like you wouldn't believe, beyond the normal sweating that a jungle island causes. The fever was broken! My raging headache subsided, too, and we felt good about going on to Nan Madol.