I downgraded from “sick but we can work with this” to “call the ambulance” about an hour after I sent the retreat lady the e-mail that I was gonna bring the spouse to help out with the heavy lifting but otherwise it was a go. Sheesh that annoys me. So the back-up plan in place is that I send all the cool notes and stuff, and a local guy pretends he’s me :-).
Which means it will still be a very good retreat, which is the important thing. Might even be a better retreat, you never know who the local guy’ll be.
Meanwhile what I’ve learned:
- County Hospital food is not actually like prison food, but there is a passing resemblance.
- I like Facebook. I really like Facebook.
- I have the coolest friends and family.
At this writing I’m now home, not dead, and feeling great as long as I sit still. Also, all labs confirm I’m the healthiest sick person on the face on the planet. Hoping for a dx by the end of the week, and meanwhile am sitting still and knocking out this and that writing stuff, in between catching up with folks, see: coolest friends and family.
Have a good week!