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Never enough time
Jan. 2nd, 2003 09:39 pmI have the flu. I'd like to say I HAD the flu, but I'm not out of the woods yet. I haven't been sick like this since January of 2001 when I was horribly horribly sick for over a week. I dreaded nights and the feverish fits of sweating and horrid dreams on repeat which became nightmares because even if it's not scary, being unable to change the channel is frustrating and upsetting.
Prior to this evening, I wasn't really mad about being sick on vacation. I was too busy just trying to sustain myself to worry about such "what if's". Besides, I wasn't too sick in San Fran, and I probably would have watched the 712093487 movies even if I wasn't.
But Vegas....
I didn't get mad until tonight, standing in front of the Bellagio watching the fountain perform to Henry Mancini and I realized I could have had a lot of fucking fun in this town for the three and a half days here but instead I really only got maybe one day of fun spread out between long periods in pajamas and in bed and having fever chills and avoiding nausea.
I've coughed and sniffled and puked and sweated and ached and now I'm ready for it to all be over. Unfortunately, this means I'll be healthy right when my routine resumes. And as much as I love my home and my dog and all the things surrounding, I'm not sure this was enough of a break.
Don't get me wrong -- there have been numerous fabulous points on my trips. I just know there could have been a lot more.
If my health improves tomorrow (which is dicey since I have a long plane trip with other people's viruses circulating through the air vents), maybe I can at least have a decent weekend before regular life resumes.
Prior to this evening, I wasn't really mad about being sick on vacation. I was too busy just trying to sustain myself to worry about such "what if's". Besides, I wasn't too sick in San Fran, and I probably would have watched the 712093487 movies even if I wasn't.
But Vegas....
I didn't get mad until tonight, standing in front of the Bellagio watching the fountain perform to Henry Mancini and I realized I could have had a lot of fucking fun in this town for the three and a half days here but instead I really only got maybe one day of fun spread out between long periods in pajamas and in bed and having fever chills and avoiding nausea.
I've coughed and sniffled and puked and sweated and ached and now I'm ready for it to all be over. Unfortunately, this means I'll be healthy right when my routine resumes. And as much as I love my home and my dog and all the things surrounding, I'm not sure this was enough of a break.
Don't get me wrong -- there have been numerous fabulous points on my trips. I just know there could have been a lot more.
If my health improves tomorrow (which is dicey since I have a long plane trip with other people's viruses circulating through the air vents), maybe I can at least have a decent weekend before regular life resumes.
