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December 28, 2005Putting the "I" in "ill"...
So...I was supposed to fly down to Guadalahara this morning and spend a few days there with Ashley and her family, but that didn't happen.
Instead, I got sick last night. Really, really sick. Sick to the point where lying on the tile bathroom floor seems like a logical and comforting option. Sick to the point where you tell those around you not to let you die, and you mean it. I spent most of today in bed, drifting in an out of consciousness, hallucinating/dreaming that everybody was waiting for me to stumble outside so Ragnorak could commence.
I think I'm through the worst of it (knock on wood). Liquids are actually staying down now, and my temperature was an even 101 degrees when we last checked. I'm totally empty, and Cheese-Its sound good, but I'm not going to risk it.
This hasn't been my month for health. I came down with a cold on December 9th, and just as I was finally getting over that, I got hit with this. Caught it from Ashley, who had it a few days ago. Only fair, I suppose, since she caught my cold when she was helping me move into my new apartment.
Posted by patrick at December 28, 2005 11:59 PM
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