babble
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
Snotty:
I swear to the baby jesus buttplug, I think I'm allergic to Boston. The last two times I have been here I have been sick. Third time's a charm, you say? Not so much. I flew to Boston on Monday. Got in late. Had an omelette for dinner. Woke up Tuesday morning feeling a little tired, but nothing unusual - it was 4 AM my time, after all. By noon, I had that weird feeling in my nose and on the roof of my mouth - that kind of feeling you get when you breathe in too much cold air too fast, but that can also signify an upcoming cold. Since I was, you know, walking around in cold, blustery weather, I chalked it up to that. Then my throat declared mutiny and started hurting. I'm not talking "I'm a little dehydrated" hurting. I'm talking "I deep throated a dremel tool" kind of pain.
I was supposed to drive up to Hartford this morning to give a 2-day presentation. However, 8 hours a day of talking + sore throat = Kat losing her voice. Plus, I had a fever and was starting to get sniffly last night, and figured I was in the early stages of some full-on Hardcore Illness Action™,so I rescheduled the Hartford trip. Now I'm in the airport waiting to board my plane on the way back to L.A. I'm all hopped up on Advil Cold & Sinus and downing water and Cold-Eze like a madwoman. When I get home, I'm going to crawl into bed under two down blankets and fall asleep with my cat curled up on the top of my head. Purring is the best cure for everything.
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