Well. Here I am, two weeks out from Capricon 35 and I still sound like shit. Don’t get me wrong, I sound better than I did – a lot better – but my voice is still mostly crap, which is why I haven’t done any podcasting. Kinda hard to do an audio podcast when your voice isn’t there. Blargh.
I meant to write up a Capricon follow up blog post and haven’t done it. At this point, I’m not sure I will. The details have faded beneath a NyQuil induced haze – and that sucks. I know that I had a great time. I know the people there were incredibly awesome and kind and made me feel so welcomed. Me being me, I made a point to meet and chat with anyone and everyone who was willing. I did as many panels as they’d let me do and enjoyed every minute of it. Audience participation was up at this con, and I liked that, too. Nothing ever got out of hand or out of control of the moderators – which is really good – yet people had some really good, open conversations, and I love that.
Sunday night I started feeling sick. My throat had a catch in it that made me start coughing. All through the con, I’d been sucking on vitamin C drops as a precaution. I washed my hands a lot. I also ate regularly and well, and stayed hydrated. All because I know how run down I get at a con. Even with all that, I still managed to get sick. By Monday, my nose was running and the coughing fits were causing my stomach to become nauseated. And I still had to fly home.
That flight was torture. I felt hot / feverish, my nose wouldn’t stop running, I could stop coughing – even with cough drops – in short, I was miserable. It was snowing in Denver as we landed. I stopped on the way home and forced myself to eat something. I actually had to go back to the airport later and give someone a ride home – something I’d agreed to over a week before – and I was so focused on fulfilling my obligation that it never occurred to me to suggest they get a cab or something. So I went home, slept for several hours, and then headed back to the airport while the snow was really coming down. Bleh.
By the time I got home that night, I was absolutely miserable. My voice was gone. I couldn’t stop coughing, which was causing me to throw up, and I had to call in sick to work. I was out the next 3 days, finally bowing to pressure from my boss to go in on Friday, but I was still very sick and miserable and barely left my desk while I was there. The weekend was spent in bed. Monday dawned and I was back at work, but still feeling bad. I was eating again, and keeping it down, but my energy level was low. All last week, I was hitting my bed early and sleeping hard.
The coughing is finally abated – for the most part.
But I haven’t been able to read much. I listened to maybe 3 chapters thanks to an audio book. Haven’t been able to write either. My brain just isn’t in that space. And believe me, I’ve tried.
I did manage to make a pretty decent beef stew last weekend.
The point is I’m tired of being sick. WTF is going on, body?