Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Fun with the Flu

I went to the doctor today and it turns out that my "plague" is actually influenza. As my mother nagged me for three months to get a flu shot, she couldn't wait to say "I told you so!" I guess I deserved that.

Luckily the doctor prescribed some good meds that should knock this thing out of my system. She assured me that I'll be just fine for flying in a week and a half, which is probably about when I'll be leaving.

In the meantime, this really puts a damper on things. I feel so lousy that I can't pack or clean, and spending time with friends and family is out of the question. I can certainly think of a lot of ways I'd rather be spending my last days at home.

I guess the moral of this story is, you should probably listen to your mother. (I just hope mine doesn't read this post!)

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Cut the hawsers—haul out—shake out every sail!
Have we not stood here like trees in the ground long enough?
Have we not grovell’d here long enough, eating and drinking like mere brutes?
Have we not darken’d and dazed ourselves with books long enough?

Sail forth! steer for the deep waters only!
Reckless, O soul, exploring, I with thee, and thou with me;
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go, And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
O farther, farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! Are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!"

~Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"