I have also just missed two days of work thanks to my friend Mr. Flu. I think it's probably six months to the day since I was laid out for 48 hours in BC, so I guess I was due. The first signs were on Friday, when I couldn't tolerate the cold portion of my shower, but I didn't pay them any mind and went out normally. Actually, it's a bit misleading to say normally, because I don't really go out at all since I became a father. We went over to HS's, had some weed and some cigarettes, and lots of beer and Italian food. I woke up feeling very achy which I attributed to the pushups etc on Friday. Saturday afternoon WJ and co had a roof party, and I spent lots of time outside in the kind of shitty windy weather drinking beer and eating gross hotdogs, with the buns. Now that I think about it, that was some of the worst food I've ever had at a BBQ. By that time the sour taste in my mouth was kicking in. That should, in the future, be the signal that it's time to cancel all plans, take a 20-minute hot shower, and drink 100 cups of ginger tea. But no - I smoked more weed and had some more beer (HS came over). Despite gargling with GSE and rinsing out my nose, I slept like shit Saturday night (cold sweats, couldn't breathe). This gave me a lot of sympathy for people who are trapped in the medical system, as well as the epiphany that 19th century invalid literature - for instance, the Magic Mountain - makes sense as descriptions of altered states of consciousness. Sunday was a wash, but I have been feeling progressively better since then. Some lessons:
- Drink your vinegar (I have not been drinking vinegar lately)
- Listen to the signs
- Listen to the Wife
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