Sunday afternoon I had lost my voice completely. Tuesday I started to cough up phlegm and all sorts of other fun stuff. The mission nurse gave me some amoxicillin. It continued without getting better until Thursday, when my chest started with a dull pressure and with a sharp stabbing sensation when I breathed deeply. As soon as I got that feeling I knew I needed to go see a doctor. So, I asked for a priesthood blessing and went immediately.
They took an x-ray of my lungs and ended up having a rather severe case of bronchitis, about 1 day from becoming pneumonia. The dosage of amoxicillin I had been taking was not anywhere strong enough, so they increased the dosage and sent me home with another two kinds of pills and a prescription strength cough syrup, and with the order to stay inside and sleep as much as possible.