This email exchange is with her dad:
Be glad you have clean, cool quarters and you aren't sleeping in the
humidity, under the stars, in the mud. You Navy folks have it good.
How's the food? Are you getting a variety, or are the meals becoming
routine? Take a lot of pictures. I will need them for the book. I
will be forwarding you a contract for me to be your agent and ghost
writer.
Keep up the good work.
Dad
Erika's response:
Ha ha. You're funny. It's hot as **** on this ship. I just got 2
liters of IV fluid, and my pee is still the color of apple juice. The
ICU was 104 degrees a couple of days ago. It's so hot down here that
equipment is burning out. We haven't had a CT scanner since that big
earthquake 2 days ago. They flew a guy out from GE to work on it.
Supposedly, it will be up today, but there's a huge backlog.
E
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