Thursday, May 21, 2015

Hello From My Death Bed, aka Stay Away From Dirty Water

Sorry for the post-post disappearance.  I did go to the wedding that I mentioned, but by the time I got there, I was so sick the entire experience was one long fever dream.  What I remember clearly had great views of downtown Boston.  I left with two pictures, only one of which I personally took, and no voice.

When United delivered me back to Indianapolis on Sunday night, after an extra hour stuck on a tarmac and a sprint through O'Hare, I was verging on delirious.  I drove the hour back to Bloomington like this to keep myself awake:

I basically collapsed and have been working to recover ever since.  Now I'm on antibiotics, and the fact that I can't remember the last time I was on antibiotics is a testament to how sick I was.  2010 I think, for a skin thing I got from bike shorts and dirty water?  And before that 2003 probably, for a skin thing I got in India from dirty water.  Ironically, this instance was probably also due to dirty water: I shared a lane with a kid that I learned two days later had had a sore throat, by which time I had a sore throat.  So began the death spiral.

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